Nightingale Valley: A Collection, Including a Great Number of the Choicest Lyrics and Short Poems in the English LanguageBell and Daldy, 1860 - 288 էջ |
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... leaves ! Long may the Spring , Quietly as a sleeping infant's breath , Send up cold waters to the traveller With soft and even pulse ! Nor ever cease Yon tiny cone of sand its soundless dance , Which at the bottom , like a Fairy's page ...
... leaves ! Long may the Spring , Quietly as a sleeping infant's breath , Send up cold waters to the traveller With soft and even pulse ! Nor ever cease Yon tiny cone of sand its soundless dance , Which at the bottom , like a Fairy's page ...
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... of roses , And a thousand fragrant posies , A cap of flowers , and a kirtle Imbroydered all with leaves of myrtle : A gowne made of the finest wooll Which from our NIGHTINGALE VALLEY . 7 The Passionate Shepheard to Love.
... of roses , And a thousand fragrant posies , A cap of flowers , and a kirtle Imbroydered all with leaves of myrtle : A gowne made of the finest wooll Which from our NIGHTINGALE VALLEY . 7 The Passionate Shepheard to Love.
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... leaves dead Is lying . Come , months , come away , From November to May , In your saddest array , - Follow the bier Of the dead cold year , And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre . The chill rain is falling , the nipt worm is ...
... leaves dead Is lying . Come , months , come away , From November to May , In your saddest array , - Follow the bier Of the dead cold year , And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre . The chill rain is falling , the nipt worm is ...
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... leaves that are serest , But our flower was in flushing When blighting was nearest . Fleet foot on the correi , 2 Sage counsel in cumber , Red hand in the foray , How sound is thy slumber ! Like the dew on the mountain , Like the foam ...
... leaves that are serest , But our flower was in flushing When blighting was nearest . Fleet foot on the correi , 2 Sage counsel in cumber , Red hand in the foray , How sound is thy slumber ! Like the dew on the mountain , Like the foam ...
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... leaves , wandering astray ; And flowers azure , black , and streak'd with gold , Fairer than any waken'd eyes behold . And nearer to the river's trembling edge There grew broad flag - flowers , purple prankt with white , And starry ...
... leaves , wandering astray ; And flowers azure , black , and streak'd with gold , Fairer than any waken'd eyes behold . And nearer to the river's trembling edge There grew broad flag - flowers , purple prankt with white , And starry ...
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Common terms and phrases
Auld Robin Gray BALLAD bells bird bonnie bough bowers breast breath bright burning Busk chamber door cheek Clerk Saunders cold COLERIDGE dance dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth Edom Eugene Aram eyes fair fairy flowers frae Glen grave green grey hair hand happy HARTLEY COLERIDGE hath hear heart heaven heigh-ho hour kiss'd lady Lady Anne Lindsay lay a-thinking leaves light live look'd Lord Lord Randal loud lover melancholy merry mither morning mountain ne'er never Nevermore night o'er pale Quoth the raven Richard Lovelace river rose round sall seem'd shore sigh sing sleep smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul stars sweet tears tempests thee thine thou thought turn'd Twas unto verses violets wave weary weep wild WILLIAM ALLINGHAM WILLIAM BLAKE wind wings WORDSWORTH Yarrow
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Էջ 105 - Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For eve^r and for ever when I move. \j^ How dull it is to pause, to make an end, $> To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho
Էջ 96 - TIGER! Tiger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire?
Էջ 143 - Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?
Էջ 39 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Էջ 85 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...
Էջ 142 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Էջ 160 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Էջ 63 - GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting; The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best, which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry: For having lost but once your prime, You may...
Էջ 25 - Her mantle laps Over my lady's wrist too much,' or 'Paint Must never hope to reproduce the faint Half-flush that dies along her throat.
Էջ 141 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...