The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language1891 |
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... and eyelids pale . My cheek is cold and white , alas ! My heart beats loud and fast ; Oh ! press it close to thine again Where it will break at last . P. B. Shelley CCXVI She walks in beauty , like the night Of Fourth 205.
... and eyelids pale . My cheek is cold and white , alas ! My heart beats loud and fast ; Oh ! press it close to thine again Where it will break at last . P. B. Shelley CCXVI She walks in beauty , like the night Of Fourth 205.
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... its brother : And the sunlight clasps the earth , And the moonbeams kiss the sea- What are all these kissings worth , If thou kiss not me ? P. B. Shelley CCXXIX ECHOES How sweet the answer Echo makes To Music 216 Book.
... its brother : And the sunlight clasps the earth , And the moonbeams kiss the sea- What are all these kissings worth , If thou kiss not me ? P. B. Shelley CCXXIX ECHOES How sweet the answer Echo makes To Music 216 Book.
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... P. B. Shelley CCXL THE MAID OF NEIDPATH O lovers ' eyes are sharp to see , And lovers ' ears in hearing ; And love , in life's extremity , Can lend an hour of cheering . Disease had been in Mary's bower And slow decay from mourning ...
... P. B. Shelley CCXL THE MAID OF NEIDPATH O lovers ' eyes are sharp to see , And lovers ' ears in hearing ; And love , in life's extremity , Can lend an hour of cheering . Disease had been in Mary's bower And slow decay from mourning ...
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... P. B. Shelley CCXLVIII GATHERING SONG OF DONALD THE BLACK Pibroch of Donuil Dhu Pibroch of Donuil Wake thy wild voice anew , Summon Clan Conuil . Come away , come away , Hark to the summons Fourth 233.
... P. B. Shelley CCXLVIII GATHERING SONG OF DONALD THE BLACK Pibroch of Donuil Dhu Pibroch of Donuil Wake thy wild voice anew , Summon Clan Conuil . Come away , come away , Hark to the summons Fourth 233.
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... like sleep might steal on me , And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold , and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony . P. B. Shelley CCLXXI THE SCHOLAR My days among the Dead are past 256 Book.
... like sleep might steal on me , And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold , and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony . P. B. Shelley CCLXXI THE SCHOLAR My days among the Dead are past 256 Book.
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Arethuse beauty beneath birds 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 F. T. PALGRAVE fair Fancy fear flowers frae FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE gentle glory golden Gray green H. F. Lyte happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill kiss leaves light live look'd Lord Lord Byron Love's Lycidas lyre LYRICAL maid mind morn mountains Muse ne'er never night Nymph o'er P. B. Shelley pale passion Pindar pleasure poem Poetry poets rose round seem'd shade Shakespeare sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit Spring star stream sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou art thought tree Twas voice waly waly waves weep white-thorn wild winds wings Wordsworth Yarrow youth