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... Steal from his figure , and no pace perceived ; So your sweet hue , which
methinks still doth stand , Hath motion , and mine eye may be deceived : For fear
of which , hear this , thou age unbred , Ere you were born , was beauty ' s
summer ...
... Steal from his figure , and no pace perceived ; So your sweet hue , which
methinks still doth stand , Hath motion , and mine eye may be deceived : For fear
of which , hear this , thou age unbred , Ere you were born , was beauty ' s
summer ...
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... darkness born , Relieve my languish , and restore the light ; With dark
forgetting of my care return . And let the day be time enough to mourn The First 2.
... darkness born , Relieve my languish , and restore the light ; With dark
forgetting of my care return . And let the day be time enough to mourn The First 2.
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... Whom when they saw , they stood amazéd still Their wondering eyes to fill ;
Them seem ' d they never saw a sight so fair Of fowls , so lovely , that they sure
did deem Them heavenly born , or to be that same pair Which through the sky
draw ...
... Whom when they saw , they stood amazéd still Their wondering eyes to fill ;
Them seem ' d they never saw a sight so fair Of fowls , so lovely , that they sure
did deem Them heavenly born , or to be that same pair Which through the sky
draw ...
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... to please Is a disease : To cross the seas to any foreign soil , Peril and toil
Wars with their noise affright us ; when they cease , We are worse in peace ;What
then remains , but that we still should cry For being born , or , being born , to die ?
... to please Is a disease : To cross the seas to any foreign soil , Peril and toil
Wars with their noise affright us ; when they cease , We are worse in peace ;What
then remains , but that we still should cry For being born , or , being born , to die ?
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W . Drummond IX THE WORLD ' S WAY Tired with all these , for restful death I cry
As , to behold desert a beggar born , And needy nothing trimm ' d in jollity , . And
purest faith unhappily forsworn , And gilded honour shamefully misplaced , And ...
W . Drummond IX THE WORLD ' S WAY Tired with all these , for restful death I cry
As , to behold desert a beggar born , And needy nothing trimm ' d in jollity , . And
purest faith unhappily forsworn , And gilded honour shamefully misplaced , And ...
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beauty beneath birds born breast breath bright bring close clouds comes dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth eyes face fair fear feel fire flowers give glory golden gone green hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour ladies land leaves less light live look Lord Mary meet mind morn mountains Nature never night notes o'er once pain pale passion pleasure rest rose round seen shade Shakespeare sight silent sing sleep smile soft song soon sorrow soul sound spirit spring star stream sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thou art thought tree true voice waves wild winds wings wish woods Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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Стр. 293 - 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. 237 - 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. 205 - 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. 289 - 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. 293 - 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
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| Название | The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language Golden treasury |
| Автор | Francis Turner Palgrave |
| составитель: | Francis Turner Palgrave |
| Издание: | исправленное |
| Издатель | Macmillan and Company, 1867 |
| Владелец оригинала: | Мичиганский университет |
| Оцифровано | 3 мар 2006 |
| Количество страниц | Всего страниц: 332 |
| Экспорт цитаты | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |