The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language1891 |
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... dead ; Spread forth thy golden hair In larger locks than thou wast wont before , And emperor - like decore With diadem of pearl thy temples fair : Chase hence the ugly night Which serves but to make dear thy glorious light . -This is ...
... dead ; Spread forth thy golden hair In larger locks than thou wast wont before , And emperor - like decore With diadem of pearl thy temples fair : Chase hence the ugly night Which serves but to make dear thy glorious light . -This is ...
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... dead . W. Shakespeare XIX ROSALINE Like to the clear in highest sphere Where all imperial glory shines , Of selfsame colour is her hair Whether unfolded , or in twines : Heigh ho , fair Rosaline ! Her eyes are sapphires set in snow ...
... dead . W. Shakespeare XIX ROSALINE Like to the clear in highest sphere Where all imperial glory shines , Of selfsame colour is her hair Whether unfolded , or in twines : Heigh ho , fair Rosaline ! Her eyes are sapphires set in snow ...
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... dead , and lovely knights ; Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best Of hand , of foot , of lip , of eye , of brow , I see their antique pen would have exprest Ev'n such a beauty as you master now . So all their praises are but ...
... dead , and lovely knights ; Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best Of hand , of foot , of lip , of eye , of brow , I see their antique pen would have exprest Ev'n such a beauty as you master now . So all their praises are but ...
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... dead , All thy friends are lapp'd in lead : All thy fellow birds do sing Careless of thy sorrowing : Even so , poor bird , like thee None alive will pity me . R. Barnefield XLVI Care - charmer Sleep , son of the sable Night , Brother to ...
... dead , All thy friends are lapp'd in lead : All thy fellow birds do sing Careless of thy sorrowing : Even so , poor bird , like thee None alive will pity me . R. Barnefield XLVI Care - charmer Sleep , son of the sable Night , Brother to ...
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LXVIII THE TRIUMPH OF DEATH No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world , that I am fled From this vile world , with vilest worms to dwell ; Nay , if you read this line ...
LXVIII THE TRIUMPH OF DEATH No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world , that I am fled From this vile world , with vilest worms to dwell ; Nay , if you read this line ...
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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