The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageSever and Francis, 1863 - Всего страниц: 405 |
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... , The basest weed outbraves his dignity : For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds ; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds . W. Shakespeare XXXIII THE LOVER'S APPEAL A ND wilt thou leave me 24 The Golden Treasury.
... , The basest weed outbraves his dignity : For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds ; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds . W. Shakespeare XXXIII THE LOVER'S APPEAL A ND wilt thou leave me 24 The Golden Treasury.
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... things worse : Some would have children : those that have them , moan Or wish them gone : What is it , then , to have , or have no wife , But single thraldom , or a double strife ? Our own affection still at home to please Is a disease ...
... things worse : Some would have children : those that have them , moan Or wish them gone : What is it , then , to have , or have no wife , But single thraldom , or a double strife ? Our own affection still at home to please Is a disease ...
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... things , Dropt from the ruin'd sides of kings : Here's a world of pomp and state Buried in dust , once dead by fate . LXVIII F. Beaumont THE LAST CONQUEROR VICTO VICTORIOUS men of earth , no more Proclaim how wide your empires are ...
... things , Dropt from the ruin'd sides of kings : Here's a world of pomp and state Buried in dust , once dead by fate . LXVIII F. Beaumont THE LAST CONQUEROR VICTO VICTORIOUS men of earth , no more Proclaim how wide your empires are ...
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... things ; HE glories of our blood and state There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down , And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade . Some men with ...
... things ; HE glories of our blood and state There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down , And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade . Some men with ...
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... things mild Heaven a time ordains , And disapproves that care , though wise in show , That with superfluous burden loads the day , And , when God sends a cheerful hour , refrains . J. Milton Q LXXVIII HYMN TO DIANA UEEN and Huntress ...
... things mild Heaven a time ordains , And disapproves that care , though wise in show , That with superfluous burden loads the day , And , when God sends a cheerful hour , refrains . J. Milton Q LXXVIII HYMN TO DIANA UEEN and Huntress ...
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adieu Love angel-light Arethuse beauty behold beneath birds blest bonnie bosom bower breast breath bright Brignall brow cheek chidden Cies Islands clouds dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream drest earth eyes fade fair Fancy fear field-mouse flowers frae glory gone green happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven Heigh hill housie kiss ladies gay leaves light live look'd Lord Lord Byron lover Lycidas lyre maid Marazion mind morn mountains Muse Nature's ne'er never night Nymph o'er P. B. Shelley pale Pindar pleasure poems poet Rosaline round S. T. Coleridge seem'd shade Shakespeare sigh sight sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star stream sweet tears Thammuz thee There's thine thou art thought tree untrue Love vale voice waves weary weep wild winds wings Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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Стр. 148 - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
Стр. 7 - 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. 35 - 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. 189 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce. My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
Стр. 39 - Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired ; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee ; How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous, sweet, and fair.
Стр. 158 - 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. 27 - Neaera's hair ? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
Стр. xiii - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
Стр. 196 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave ; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by ;...
Стр. 193 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose; The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.