The Golden Treasury: Selected from the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language |
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The Golden Treasury Book First 1 SPRING Spring , the sweet Spring , is the
year's pleasant king Then blooms each thing , then maids dance in a ring , Cold
doth not sting , the pretty birds do sing , Cuckoo , jug - jug , pu - we , to - witta -
woo !
The Golden Treasury Book First 1 SPRING Spring , the sweet Spring , is the
year's pleasant king Then blooms each 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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There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks , By
shallow rivers , to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals . There will I make
thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies , A cap of flowers , and a kirtle
...
There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks , By
shallow rivers , to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals . There will I make
thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies , A cap of flowers , and a kirtle
...
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That o'er the green corn - field did pass In the spring time , the only pretty ring
time , When birds do sing hey ding a ding : Sweet lovers love the Spring .
Between the acres of the rye These pretty country folks would lie : This carol they
began ...
That o'er the green corn - field did pass In the spring time , the only pretty ring
time , When birds do sing hey ding a ding : Sweet lovers love the Spring .
Between the acres of the rye These pretty country folks would lie : This carol they
began ...
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... 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 Careless of thy sorrowing : Even so , poor bird , like thee None alive will pity
me .
... 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 Careless of thy sorrowing : Even so , poor bird , like thee None alive will pity
me .
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Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird ,
prune thy wing , nightingale sing , To give ... Wake from thy nest , Robin - red -
breast , Sing , birds , in every furrow ; And from each hill , let music shrill Give my
fair ...
Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird ,
prune thy wing , nightingale sing , To give ... Wake from thy nest , Robin - red -
breast , Sing , birds , in every furrow ; And from each hill , let music shrill Give my
fair ...
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Пользовательский отзыв - PollyMoore3 - LibraryThingAn updated version including some more modern poems. Among many favourites, it includes Ben Jonson's “Hymn to Diana”, one of the most perfect lyrics in the English language (you can recite it to the moon, and I have been known to), and “It is not growing like a tree”. Читать весь отзыв
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Пользовательский отзыв - chibitika - LibraryThingEnglish poetry from the 1500's through the 1800's. Dedicated to Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate of Great Britain and Ireland from 1850-1892. It has end notes with lots of extra information, an index of ... Читать весь отзыв
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The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language Полный просмотр - 1863 |
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