The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageMacmillan, 1882 - 332 psl. |
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... smiling looks doth grace ; Heigh ho , fair Rosaline ! Her lips are like two budded roses Whom ranks of lilies neighbour nigh , Within which bounds she balm encloses Apt to entice a deity : Heigh ho , would she were mine ! Her neck is ...
... smiling looks doth grace ; Heigh ho , fair Rosaline ! Her lips are like two budded roses Whom ranks of lilies neighbour nigh , Within which bounds she balm encloses Apt to entice a deity : Heigh ho , would she were mine ! Her neck is ...
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... smile , And sometimes fall a - weeping , So I awaked , as wise this while As when I fell a - sleeping : - Hey nonny nonny O ! Hey nonny nonny ! The Shepherd Tonie XVIII TO HIS LOVE Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more ...
... smile , And sometimes fall a - weeping , So I awaked , as wise this while As when I fell a - sleeping : - Hey nonny nonny O ! Hey nonny nonny ! The Shepherd Tonie XVIII TO HIS LOVE Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more ...
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... smile , Whose smile , they say , hath virtue to remove All love's dislike , and friendship's faulty guile For ever to assoil . Let endless peace your steadfast hearts accord , And blessed plenty wait upon your board ; And let your bed ...
... smile , Whose smile , they say , hath virtue to remove All love's dislike , and friendship's faulty guile For ever to assoil . Let endless peace your steadfast hearts accord , And blessed plenty wait upon your board ; And let your bed ...
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... smiling infancy That on the bitter cross Must redeem our loss ; So both himself and us to glorify : Yet first , to those ychain'd in sleep The wakeful trump of doom must thunder through the deep ; With such a horrid clang As on mount ...
... smiling infancy That on the bitter cross Must redeem our loss ; So both himself and us to glorify : Yet first , to those ychain'd in sleep The wakeful trump of doom must thunder through the deep ; With such a horrid clang As on mount ...
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... smile or kiss , as he will use the art , Shall have the cunning skill to break a heart . J. Shirley LXIX DEATH THE LEVELLER The glories of our blood and state Are shadows , not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ...
... smile or kiss , as he will use the art , Shall have the cunning skill to break a heart . J. Shirley LXIX DEATH THE LEVELLER The glories of our blood and state Are shadows , not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ...
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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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