The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageMacmillan, 1880 - 332 psl. |
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... pale , dreading the winter's near . W. Shakespeare XII A CONSOLATION When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes I all alone beweep my outcast state , And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries , And look upon myself , and curse my ...
... pale , dreading the winter's near . W. Shakespeare XII A CONSOLATION When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes I all alone beweep my outcast state , And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries , And look upon myself , and curse my ...
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... pale - eyed priest from the prophetic cell . The lonely mountains o'er And the resounding shore A voice of weeping heard , and loud lament ; From haunted spring and dale Edged with poplar pale The parting Genius is with sighing sent ...
... pale - eyed priest from the prophetic cell . The lonely mountains o'er And the resounding shore A voice of weeping heard , and loud lament ; From haunted spring and dale Edged with poplar pale The parting Genius is with sighing sent ...
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... pale Troop to the infernal jail , Each fetter'd ghost slips to his several grave ; And the yellow - skirted fays Fly after the night - steeds , leaving their moon - loved maze . But see , the Virgin blest Hath laid her Babe to rest ...
... pale Troop to the infernal jail , Each fetter'd ghost slips to his several grave ; And the yellow - skirted fays Fly after the night - steeds , leaving their moon - loved maze . But see , the Virgin blest Hath laid her Babe to rest ...
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... pale jessamine , The white pink , and the pansy freak'd with jet , The glowing violet , The musk - rose , and the well - attired woodbine , With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head , And every flower that sad embroidery wears : Bid ...
... pale jessamine , The white pink , and the pansy freak'd with jet , The glowing violet , The musk - rose , and the well - attired woodbine , With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head , And every flower that sad embroidery wears : Bid ...
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... pale captives , creep to death . The garlands wither on your brow ; Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor - victim bleeds : Your heads must come To the cold tomb ; Only the actions of ...
... pale captives , creep to death . The garlands wither on your brow ; Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor - victim bleeds : Your heads must come To the cold tomb ; Only the actions of ...
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The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language Francis Turner Palgrave Visos knygos peržiūra - 1861 |
The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language Visos knygos peržiūra - 1863 |
The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language Francis Turner Palgrave Visos knygos peržiūra - 1867 |
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Arethuse art thou beauty behold beneath birds blest bonnie bower breast breath bright Brignall brow cheek clouds County Guy dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream earth ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA eyes fair Fancy fear flowers frae gentle glory golden green greenwood tree happy hast hath Hazeldean hear heard heart heaven hills John Anderson Kirconnell kiss ladies leaves light live look'd Lord Lord Byron love's lover Lycidas lyre maid mind morn mountains Muse ne'er never night Nymph o'er P. B. Shelley pale passion Pindar pleasure poems Poetry Poets Rosaline rose round Rule Britannia seem'd shade Shakespeare shore sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star stream sweet tears thee There's thine thou art thought tree Twas voice waly waly waves weep wild winds wings Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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302 psl. - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
306 psl. - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
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143 psl. - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her. evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys and destiny obscure; Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple...
302 psl. - Ye blessed creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss I feel I 'feel it all. Oh, evil day ! if I were sullen While earth herself is adorning This sweet May-morning, And the children are culling On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide. Fresh flowers ; while the sun shines warm, And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm...
145 psl. - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown; Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth And melancholy mark'd him for her own.
302 psl. - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief; A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday Thou child of joy, Shout round me, let me...
148 psl. - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I : And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry : Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun ; And I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o