The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageMacmillan and Company, 1867 - 332 էջ |
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... LOVE When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights , And beauty making beautiful old rhyme In praise of ladies dead , and lovely knights ; Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best Of hand 12 Book.
... LOVE When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights , And beauty making beautiful old rhyme In praise of ladies dead , and lovely knights ; Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best Of hand 12 Book.
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... LADY MARGARET LEY Daughter to that good earl , once President Of England's council and her treasury , Who lived in both , unstain'd with gold or fee , And left them both , more in himself content , Till the sad breaking of that ...
... LADY MARGARET LEY Daughter to that good earl , once President Of England's council and her treasury , Who lived in both , unstain'd with gold or fee , And left them both , more in himself content , Till the sad breaking of that ...
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... lady fair . ' His hound is to the hunting gane , His hawk to fetch the wild - fowl hame , His lady's ta'en another mate , So we may mak our dinner sweet . ' Ye'll sit on his white hause - bane , And I'll pick out his bonny blue een : Wi ...
... lady fair . ' His hound is to the hunting gane , His hawk to fetch the wild - fowl hame , His lady's ta'en another mate , So we may mak our dinner sweet . ' Ye'll sit on his white hause - bane , And I'll pick out his bonny blue een : Wi ...
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... ladies , whose bright eyes Rain influence , and judge the prize Of wit or arms , while both contend To win her grace , whom all commend . There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe , with taper clear , And pomp , and feast , and revelry ...
... ladies , whose bright eyes Rain influence , and judge the prize Of wit or arms , while both contend To win her grace , whom all commend . There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe , with taper clear , And pomp , and feast , and revelry ...
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... lady in the land Is half so sweet as Sally ; She is the darling of my heart , And she lives in our alley . Her father he makes cabbage - nets And through the streets does cry ' em ; Her mother she sells laces long To such as please to ...
... lady in the land Is half so sweet as Sally ; She is the darling of my heart , And she lives in our alley . Her father he makes cabbage - nets And through the streets does cry ' em ; Her mother she sells laces long To such as please to ...
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The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language Francis Turner Palgrave Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1861 |
The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1863 |
The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language Francis Turner Palgrave Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 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 FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE gentle glory golden golden slumbers green happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hills John Anderson kiss ladies leaves light live look'd Lord Lord Byron love's lover Lycidas lyre mind morn mountains Muse ne'er never night nonny numbers Nymph o'er P. B. Shelley pale passion pleasure poems Poetry Poets 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 verse voice waly waly waves weep wild winds wings Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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Էջ 202 - Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men. Oh! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Էջ 113 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! TO MERCY.
Էջ 25 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Էջ 139 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. 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...
Էջ 251 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Էջ 195 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ; For the deck it was their field of fame, And ocean was their grave...
Էջ 140 - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land And read their history in a nation's eyes...
Էջ 15 - A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit, tu-who, A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Էջ 141 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Էջ 141 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.