The Golden Treasury: Of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageGood Press, 19 нояб. 2019 г. - Всего страниц: 282 The Golden Treasury is a collection of timeless poetry spanning several centuries, showcasing the finest works of English literature. Its diverse selection appeals to a wide range of readers, from those seeking classic romantic verses to lovers of poignant ballads. The book's elegant and refined literary style reflects the rich cultural heritage of the English language, making it a must-have for any poetry enthusiast. Situating the poems in their literary context, readers will appreciate the evolution of English poetry over time and the enduring themes explored by various poets. Various's careful curation of the collection ensures that readers are treated to a wealth of poetic gems, making it a comprehensive anthology for all ages. This treasure trove of poetry is a testament to the enduring power of language and the beauty of human emotion, making it a valuable addition to any literary lover's collection. |
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... things been even more uniform than Mediocrity, by virtue of the closeness of its approach to Nature:—and so far as ... thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing, Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo ...
... things been even more uniform than Mediocrity, by virtue of the closeness of its approach to Nature:—and so far as ... thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing, Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo ...
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... thing, he thinks no ill. W. SHAKESPEARE. 11. How like a winter hath my absence been From Thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere! And yet this ...
... thing, he thinks no ill. W. SHAKESPEARE. 11. How like a winter hath my absence been From Thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere! And yet this ...
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... I do love thee as each flower 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.
... I do love thee as each flower 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.
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... things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For.
... things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For.
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... WITHOUT PASSION . They that have power to hurt , and will do none , That do not do the thing they most do show , Who , moving others , are themselves as stone , Unmovéd, cold, and to temptation slow,— They rightly do inherit.
... WITHOUT PASSION . They that have power to hurt , and will do none , That do not do the thing they most do show , Who , moving others , are themselves as stone , Unmovéd, cold, and to temptation slow,— They rightly do inherit.
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The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language Francis Turner Palgrave Недоступно для просмотра - 2016 |
The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language Francis Turner Palgrave Недоступно для просмотра - 2016 |
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