The Golden Treasury: Selected from the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language and Arranged with NotesMacmillan, 1904 - Всего страниц: 388 |
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Arethuse beauty beneath birds bonnie bower breast breath bright Brignall brow cheek clouds County Guy dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream earth ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA eyes fair Fancy fear flowers frae gentle glory golden Gray green H. F. Lyte happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill John Anderson Julius Cæsar Kirconnell kiss leaves light live look'd Lord Lord Byron Love's Lycidas lyre mind morn mountains Muse ne'er never night numbers Nymph o'er P. B. Shelley pale passion Pindar pleasure poem poet Poetry rose round S. T. Coleridge seem'd shade Shakespeare sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit Spring star sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou art thought tree Twas voice waly waly waves weep white-thorn wild winds wings Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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Стр. 174 - The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray ; Along the cool sequcster'd vale of life They kept the noiseless
Стр. 206 - I saw her upon nearer view, A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; . A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the
Стр. 172 - the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : Xo children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How
Стр. 42 - YOUNG LOVE Tell me where is Fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head ? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engender'd in the eyes ; With gazing fed ; and Fancy dies In the cradle where it lies : Let us all ring Fancy's knell; I'll begin it,—Ding, dong, bell. —Ding, dong, bell.
Стр. 172 - his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits
Стр. 15 - But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest:— So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. XXIV TO HIS LOVE W.
Стр. 265 - on the mountain, Like the foam on the river, Like the bubble on the fountain, Thou art gone ; and for ever ! Sir W. Scott CCLXXIX THE DEATH BED We watch'd her breathing thro' the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we
Стр. 77 - xcvi THE NOBLE NATURE It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night—
Стр. 144 - By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair To dwell a weeping hermit there ! CLXI W. Collins LAMENT FOR CULLODEN A waefu
Стр. 2 - THE FAIRY LIFE Where the bee sucks, there suck I : In a cowslip's bell I lie ; There I couch, when owls do cry : On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough ! Ill