The Golden Treasury: Of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language"The Golden Treasury" by Various. Published by Good Press. Good Press publishes a wide range of titles that encompasses every genre. From well-known classics & literary fiction and non-fiction to forgotten−or yet undiscovered gems−of world literature, we issue the books that need to be read. Each Good Press edition has been meticulously edited and formatted to boost readability for all e-readers and devices. Our goal is to produce eBooks that are user-friendly and accessible to everyone in a high-quality digital format. |
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... and red: Rouse Memnon's mother from her Tithon's bed That she may thy
career with roses spread: The nightingales thy coming eachwhere sing: Make an
eternal spring! Give life to this dark world which lieth dead; Spread forth thy
golden ...
... and red: Rouse Memnon's mother from her Tithon's bed That she may thy
career with roses spread: The nightingales thy coming eachwhere sing: Make an
eternal spring! Give life to this dark world which lieth dead; Spread forth thy
golden ...
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... 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 dead. W.
SHAKESPEARE.
... 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 dead. W.
SHAKESPEARE.
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Loves the sun's life-giving power; For dead, thy breath to life might move me.
Diaphenia like to all things blesséd When all thy praises are expresséd, Dear joy,
how do I love thee! As the birds do love the spring, Or the bees their careful king:
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Loves the sun's life-giving power; For dead, thy breath to life might move me.
Diaphenia like to all things blesséd When all thy praises are expresséd, Dear joy,
how do I love thee! As the birds do love the spring, Or the bees their careful king:
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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, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, ...
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, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, ...
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—Ah! thought I, thou mourn'st in vain, None takes pity on thy pain: Senseless
trees, they cannot hear thee, Ruthless beasts, they will not cheer thee; King
Pandion, he is dead, All thy friends are lapp'd in lead: All thy fellow birds do sing
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—Ah! thought I, thou mourn'st in vain, None takes pity on thy pain: Senseless
trees, they cannot hear thee, Ruthless beasts, they will not cheer thee; King
Pandion, he is dead, All thy friends are lapp'd in lead: All thy fellow birds do sing
...
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