The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageMacmillan and Company, 1867 - Всего страниц: 332 |
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... hear aye birds tune this merry lay , Cuckoo , jug - jug , pu - we , to - witta - woo . The fields breathe sweet , the daisies kiss our feet , Young lovers meet , old wives a sunning sit , In every street these tunes our ears do greet ...
... hear aye birds tune this merry lay , Cuckoo , jug - jug , pu - we , to - witta - woo . The fields breathe sweet , the daisies kiss our feet , Young lovers meet , old wives a sunning sit , In every street these tunes our ears do greet ...
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... hear and recompense my love . Fair King , who all preserves , But show thy blushing beams , And thou two sweeter eyes Shalt see than those which by Penéus ' streams Did once thy heart surprize . Now , Flora , deck thyself in fairest ...
... hear and recompense my love . Fair King , who all preserves , But show thy blushing beams , And thou two sweeter eyes Shalt see than those which by Penéus ' streams Did once thy heart surprize . Now , Flora , deck thyself in fairest ...
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... hear thou my protestation Against thy strength , Distance , and length ; Do what thou canst for alteration : For hearts of truest mettle Absence doth join , and Time doth settle . Who loves a mistress of such quality , He soon hath ...
... hear thou my protestation Against thy strength , Distance , and length ; Do what thou canst for alteration : For hearts of truest mettle Absence doth join , and Time doth settle . Who loves a mistress of such quality , He soon hath ...
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... hear this , thou age unbred , — Ere you were born , was beauty's summer dead . W. Shakespeare XV DIAPHENIA Diaphenia like the daffadowndilly , White as the sun , fair as the lily , Heigh ho , how I do love thee ! I do love thee as my ...
... hear this , thou age unbred , — Ere you were born , was beauty's summer dead . W. Shakespeare XV DIAPHENIA Diaphenia like the daffadowndilly , White as the sun , fair as the lily , Heigh ho , how I do love thee ! I do love thee as my ...
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... hear ! your true - love's coming That can sing both high and low ; Trip no further , pretty sweeting , Journeys end in lovers ' meeting- Every wise man's son doth know . What is love ? ' tis not hereafter ; Present mirth hath present ...
... hear ! your true - love's coming That can sing both high and low ; Trip no further , pretty sweeting , Journeys end in lovers ' meeting- Every wise man's son doth know . What is love ? ' tis not hereafter ; Present mirth hath present ...
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Стр. 295 - O joy ! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That Nature yet remembers What was so fugitive ! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction : not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest, Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of childhood, whether busy or at rest,
Стр. 239 - The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed ; And on the pedestal these words appear : ' My name is Ozymandias, king of kings : Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair !' Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, The lone and level sands stretch far away. P. B, Shelley
Стр. 17 - boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest,
Стр. 50 - that roll d Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills, and they To Heaven. Their martyr'd blood and ashes sow O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple tyrant, that from these may grow A hundred-fold, who, having learnt Thy way, Early may fly the
Стр. 207 - ccxv HOHENLINDEN On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night , Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery. By torch and trumpet fast array'd
Стр. 291 - I behold A rainbow in the sky : So was it when my life began, So is it now I am a man, So be it when I shall grow old Or let me die ! The Child is father of the Man : And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety. W. Wordsworth
Стр. 295 - new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast: —Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise ; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things.. Fallings from us, vanishings, Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts, before which
Стр. 28 - XLVI A SEA DIRGE Full fathom five thy father lies : Of his bones are coral made ; Those are pearls that were his eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange ; Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark ! now I hear them,— Ding, dong, Bell. W. Shakespeare
Стр. 144 - her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere ; Heaven did a recompense as largely send : He gave to Misery all he had, a tear, He gain'd from Heaven, 'twas all he wish'd, a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties
Стр. 92 - Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore : Or whether (as some sager sing) The frolic wind that breathes the spring Zephyr, with Aurora playing, As he met her once a-Maying— There on beds of violets blue And fresh-blown roses wash'd in dew Fill'd her with