The Golden Treasury of Songs and Lyrics, with NotesScott, Foresman and Company, 1908 - Всего страниц: 437 |
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... wings , " he strains his fancy quite to the verge of the ridiculous . Most of the stock images of poetry , like " rosy cheeks " and " ivory brow , " and especially those which attempt to adorn nature with the attri- butes of art , such ...
... wings , " he strains his fancy quite to the verge of the ridiculous . Most of the stock images of poetry , like " rosy cheeks " and " ivory brow , " and especially those which attempt to adorn nature with the attri- butes of art , such ...
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... wing , let it not stoop at correction or explanation . When his atten- tion is strongly engaged , let it disdain alike to turn aside to the name of Theobald and of Pope . Let him read on through brightness and obscurity , through ...
... wing , let it not stoop at correction or explanation . When his atten- tion is strongly engaged , let it disdain alike to turn aside to the name of Theobald and of Pope . Let him read on through brightness and obscurity , through ...
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... wings he plays with me , Now with his feet . Within mine eyes he makes his nest , His bed amidst my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast , And yet he robs me of my rest : Ah ! wanton , will ye ? And if I sleep , then percheth ...
... wings he plays with me , Now with his feet . Within mine eyes he makes his nest , His bed amidst my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast , And yet he robs me of my rest : Ah ! wanton , will ye ? And if I sleep , then percheth ...
Стр. 95
... Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird , prune thy wing , nightingale sing , To give my Love good - morrow ; To give my Love good - morrow ; Notes from them both I'll borrow . Wake from thy nest ...
... Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird , prune thy wing , nightingale sing , To give my Love good - morrow ; To give my Love good - morrow ; Notes from them both I'll borrow . Wake from thy nest ...
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... wings do ever forward fly— So every day we live a day we die . 10 But O ye nights , ordain'd for barren rest , How are my days deprived of life in you When heavy sleep my soul hath dispossest , By feigned death life sweetly to renew ...
... wings do ever forward fly— So every day we live a day we die . 10 But O ye nights , ordain'd for barren rest , How are my days deprived of life in you When heavy sleep my soul hath dispossest , By feigned death life sweetly to renew ...
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anapestic Arethuse beauty beneath birds bonnie bower breast breath bright Brignall County Guy dactylic dark dead dear death delight dost doth dream earth ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA eyes fair fancy fear feel feet flowers frae gentle glory Gray green H. F. Lyte happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill iambic pentameter kiss leaves light live look'd Lord Byron Love's Lycidas lyre lyric Lyrical Poetry Milton mind morn mountains Muse ne'er never night numbers Nymph o'er P. B. Shelley passion Pindaric pleasure poem poet poetry rhyme rose round seem'd shade Shakespeare sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit Spring stanzas star sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought tree trochaic trochee Twas verse voice waly waly waves weep wild winds wings Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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Стр. 325 - EARTH has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty : This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning ; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill ; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his own sweet...
Стр. 323 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Стр. 76 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Стр. 352 - And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing...
Стр. 69 - A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit, tu-who, A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Стр. 70 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight. Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Стр. 324 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Стр. 50 - Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
Стр. 324 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Стр. 389 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.