The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageMacmillan, 1882 - 332 psl. |
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... Brignall banks are wild and fair , And Greta woods are green , And you may gather garlands there Would grace a summer - queen . And as I rode by Dalton - Hall Beneath the turrets high , A Maiden on the castle - wall Was singing merrily ...
... Brignall banks are wild and fair , And Greta woods are green , And you may gather garlands there Would grace a summer - queen . And as I rode by Dalton - Hall Beneath the turrets high , A Maiden on the castle - wall Was singing merrily ...
172 psl.
... Brignall banks are fair , And Greta woods are gay ; I would I were with Edmund there To reign his Queen of May ! ' With burnish'd brand and musketoon So gallantly you come , I read you for a bold Dragoon That lists the tuck of drum ...
... Brignall banks are fair , And Greta woods are gay ; I would I were with Edmund there To reign his Queen of May ! ' With burnish'd brand and musketoon So gallantly you come , I read you for a bold Dragoon That lists the tuck of drum ...
330 psl.
... Brignall banks are wild and fair . Of all the girls that are so smart Of a ' the airts the wind can blaw Of Nelson and the North . O Friend ! I know not which way I must look Of this fair volume which we World do name PAGE 107 265 243 ...
... Brignall banks are wild and fair . Of all the girls that are so smart Of a ' the airts the wind can blaw Of Nelson and the North . O Friend ! I know not which way I must look Of this fair volume which we World do name PAGE 107 265 243 ...
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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 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
beauty behold beneath birds blest bonnie bower breast breath bright Brignall brow cheek clouds dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream earth eyes F. W. H. MYERS fair Fancy fear flowers frae FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE gentle glory golden Gray green happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hills J. A. SYMONDS kiss ladies leaves LESLIE STEPHEN light live look'd Lord Lord Byron love's lover Lycidas lyre Milton mind morn mountains Muse ne'er never night Nymph o'er P. B. Shelley pale passion pleasure poems Poetry Poets R. C. JEBB R. H. HUTTON round 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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289 psl. - mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean, Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height The locks of the approaching storm.
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