Little Masterpieces of English Poetry: LyricsHenry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig Doubleday, Page, 1907 |
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Side 16
... Thomas Nash . TO THE NIGHTINGALE As it fell upon a day , In the merry month of May , Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made , Beasts did leap , and birds did sing , Trees did grow , and plants did spring ; Everything ...
... Thomas Nash . TO THE NIGHTINGALE As it fell upon a day , In the merry month of May , Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made , Beasts did leap , and birds did sing , Trees did grow , and plants did spring ; Everything ...
Side 47
... lovers on thee muse ; Their remembrancer in Heaven Of thrilling vows thou art , Too delicious to be riven By absence from the heart . 1824 . 12 18 Thomas Campbell . THE LIGHT OF STARS THE night is come , but 47 To the Evening Star Campbell.
... lovers on thee muse ; Their remembrancer in Heaven Of thrilling vows thou art , Too delicious to be riven By absence from the heart . 1824 . 12 18 Thomas Campbell . THE LIGHT OF STARS THE night is come , but 47 To the Evening Star Campbell.
Side 54
... Thomas Hood . SONG A SPIRIT haunts the year's last hours Dwelling amid these yellowing bowers : To himself he talks , For at eventide , listening earnestly , At his work you may hear him sob and sigh In the walks ; Earthward he boweth ...
... Thomas Hood . SONG A SPIRIT haunts the year's last hours Dwelling amid these yellowing bowers : To himself he talks , For at eventide , listening earnestly , At his work you may hear him sob and sigh In the walks ; Earthward he boweth ...
Side 82
... Thomas Wyatt . FORGET NOT YET FORGET not yet the tried intent Of such a troth as I have meant ; My great travail so gladly spent , Forget not yet ! Forget not yet when first began The weary life ye know , since whan The suit , the ...
... Thomas Wyatt . FORGET NOT YET FORGET not yet the tried intent Of such a troth as I have meant ; My great travail so gladly spent , Forget not yet ! Forget not yet when first began The weary life ye know , since whan The suit , the ...
Side 83
... Thomas Wyatt . ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL From Rosalynde LOVE in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet : Now with his wings he plays with me , Now with his feet . Within mine eyes he makes his nest , His bed amidst my tender breast ; My ...
... Thomas Wyatt . ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL From Rosalynde LOVE in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet : Now with his wings he plays with me , Now with his feet . Within mine eyes he makes his nest , His bed amidst my tender breast ; My ...
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auld lang syne beauty bells birds blow bonnie bosom breast breath bright cheek County Guy Cuckoo Dark Rosaleen dear death delight dost doth dream earth eyes fair Farewell fear flowers glory golden green hame Hark hast hath hear heart heaven Heigh Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Highlands John kiss ladies light lips live look Lord Tennyson love thee Love's lover Luve lyric Mary merry moon morn ne'er neir gone nest never night o'er Percy Bysshe Shelley Richard Lovelace Robert Burns Robert Herrick rose Say nay shine shore sighs sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spring stars sweet Syne tears tell thine Thomas Thomas Campion Thomas Carew Thomas Hood thou art thoughts Titmouse tree unto voice wanton waves weary weep wild William Shakespeare wilt thou leave wind wings youth ΙΟ
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Side 212 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses?
Side 232 - Hear the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells.' How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Side 244 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me : — ' Pipe a song about a lamb : ' So I piped with merry cheer. ' Piper, pipe that song again : ' So I piped ; he wept to hear.
Side 247 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon ; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep,...
Side 58 - Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops - at the bent spray's edge That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture!
Side 287 - Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat — Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others, she lets us devote ; They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver, So much was theirs who so little allowed : How all our copper had gone for his service ! Rags — were they purple, his heart had been proud ! We that had loved him so, followed him...
Side 234 - Hear the tolling of the bells Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan.
Side 293 - Oh, but for one short hour! A respite however brief! No blessed leisure for Love or Hope, But only time for Grief! A little weeping would ease my heart, But in their briny bed My tears must stop, for every drop Hinders needle and thread!
Side 98 - With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Side 281 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth I knew not where ; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song ! Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.