A Year Book of Famous Lyrics: Selections from the British and American Poets, Arranged for Daily Reading Or MemorisingFrederic Lawrence Knowles D. Estes, 1901 - Всего страниц: 392 |
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... born Hester Higher Pantheism , The His Mistress Highland Mary Hohenlinden Holy Thursday Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead Home Thoughts from Abroad P. Hausted J. Fletcher W. S. Landor Sir W. Scott Human Seasons , The . Hunting Song ...
... born Hester Higher Pantheism , The His Mistress Highland Mary Hohenlinden Holy Thursday Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead Home Thoughts from Abroad P. Hausted J. Fletcher W. S. Landor Sir W. Scott Human Seasons , The . Hunting Song ...
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... restlessness : Let him be rich and weary , that at least , If goodness lead him not , yet weariness May toss him to My breast . George Herbert TRUE BEAUTY He that loves a rosy cheek Or a I Arthur Hugh Clough , Born 1819 January the First.
... restlessness : Let him be rich and weary , that at least , If goodness lead him not , yet weariness May toss him to My breast . George Herbert TRUE BEAUTY He that loves a rosy cheek Or a I Arthur Hugh Clough , Born 1819 January the First.
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... her covering . Robert Herrick DIRGE Fear no more the heat o ' the sun 19 Edgar Allan Poe , Born 1809 January the Nineteenth Epitaph on Shakespeare, Epitaph on the Countess of Pembroke Epitaph upon a Child that Died Epitaph upon a Virgin,
... her covering . Robert Herrick DIRGE Fear no more the heat o ' the sun 19 Edgar Allan Poe , Born 1809 January the Nineteenth Epitaph on Shakespeare, Epitaph on the Countess of Pembroke Epitaph upon a Child that Died Epitaph upon a Virgin,
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... born in my father's dwelling ? So might we talk of the old familiar faces , How some they have died , and some they have left me , And some are taken from me ; all are departed ; All , all are gone , the old familiar faces . Charles ...
... born in my father's dwelling ? So might we talk of the old familiar faces , How some they have died , and some they have left me , And some are taken from me ; all are departed ; All , all are gone , the old familiar faces . Charles ...
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... , Wi ' thee to reign , wi ' thee to reign ; The brightest jewel in my crown Wad be my queen , wad be my queen . Robert Burns THE CHESS BOARD My little love , do you remember 22 January the Twenty - second Lord Byron , Born 1788.
... , Wi ' thee to reign , wi ' thee to reign ; The brightest jewel in my crown Wad be my queen , wad be my queen . Robert Burns THE CHESS BOARD My little love , do you remember 22 January the Twenty - second Lord Byron , Born 1788.
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Alfred Tennyson awake beauty Ben Jonson birds bloom bonnie bosom breast breath bright cheek child Christina Georgina Rossetti cold dark dead dear death delight doth dream dying earth eternal eyes face fair Farewell fear flowers glory gone green grief hair hand Hark hast hath hear heart heaven John John Keats John Milton King kiss Lay him low light lips live look Lord Lord Byron love thee love's lullaby moon morning ne'er never night o'er Oh hame Percy Bysshe Shelley rest Robert Browning Robert Burns Robert Herrick rose Sail shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul spring stars sweet tears tell thine Thomas Thomas Campion thou art thought unto voice wake Walter Savage Landor weary wee thing weep wild William Shakespeare William Wordsworth wind wings
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Стр. 308 - 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.
Стр. 336 - Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly Then, heigh, ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! &c.
Стр. 54 - I MET a traveller from an antique land Who said : Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked 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 !
Стр. 270 - To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Стр. 348 - O, mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear ; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low : Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers' meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Стр. 265 - For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main. And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light; In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, But westward, look, the land is bright.
Стр. 3 - She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies, And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes ; Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Стр. 65 - Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brush-wood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England — now! And after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows ! Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops — at the bent spray's edge — That's...
Стр. 120 - MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Стр. 26 - Going to the Wars Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.