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-Ah , thought I , thou mournost in vain , None takes pity on thy pain : 20 Senseless
trees , 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 ...
-Ah , thought I , thou mournost in vain , None takes pity on thy pain : 20 Senseless
trees , 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 ...
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43 MADRIGAL My thoughts hold mortal strife I do detest my life , And with
lamenting cries , Peace to my soul to bring , Oft call that prince which here doth
monarchize : 5 -But he , grim grinning King , Who caitiffs scorns , and doth the
blest ...
43 MADRIGAL My thoughts hold mortal strife I do detest my life , And with
lamenting cries , Peace to my soul to bring , Oft call that prince which here doth
monarchize : 5 -But he , grim grinning King , Who caitiffs scorns , and doth the
blest ...
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10 Canst drink the waters of the crispéd spring ? O sweet content ! Swimm'st thou
in wealth , yet sink'st in thine own tears ? O punishment ! Then he that patiently
want's burden bears 15 No burden bears , but is a king , a king ! O sweet content
...
10 Canst drink the waters of the crispéd spring ? O sweet content ! Swimm'st thou
in wealth , yet sink'st in thine own tears ? O punishment ! Then he that patiently
want's burden bears 15 No burden bears , but is a king , a king ! O sweet content
...
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61 SAINT JOHN BAPTIST The last and greatest Herald of Heaven's King Girt with
rough skins , hies to the deserts wild , Among that savage brood the woods forth
bring , Which he more harmless found than man , and mild . 4 His food was ...
61 SAINT JOHN BAPTIST The last and greatest Herald of Heaven's King Girt with
rough skins , hies to the deserts wild , Among that savage brood the woods forth
bring , Which he more harmless found than man , and mild . 4 His food was ...
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THE GOLDEN TREASURY BOOK SECOND 62 ODE ON THE MORNING OF
CHRIST'S NATIVITY This is the month , and this the happy morn Wherein the Son
of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born , Our great ...
THE GOLDEN TREASURY BOOK SECOND 62 ODE ON THE MORNING OF
CHRIST'S NATIVITY This is the month , and this the happy morn Wherein the Son
of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born , Our great ...
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Стр. 250 - 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.
Стр. 179 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me!
Стр. 249 - 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; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
Стр. 64 - 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; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Стр. 211 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Стр. 145 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Стр. 181 - Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the storm Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy. 'The stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Стр. 366 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Стр. 18 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed, whereon it must expire, Consumed with that...
Стр. 178 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
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| Название | The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language Golden treasury series Macmillan's pocket classics World's classics (Том 133) |
| Автор | Francis Turner Palgrave |
| Редактор | Francis Turner Palgrave |
| составитель: | Francis Turner Palgrave |
| Издание: | 2, исправленное |
| Издатель | Macmillan, 1924 |
| Владелец оригинала: | Калифорнийский университет |
| Оцифровано | 27 ноя 2007 |
| Количество страниц | Всего страниц: 756 |
| Экспорт цитаты | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |