The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageMacmillan, 1889 - 405 páginas |
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... bring unto this grove My Love , to hear and recompense my love . Fair King , who all preserves , But show thy blushing beams , And thou two sweeter eyes Shalt see than those which by Penéus ' streams Did once thy heart surprise . Now ...
... bring unto this grove My Love , to hear and recompense my love . Fair King , who all preserves , But show thy blushing beams , And thou two sweeter eyes Shalt see than those which by Penéus ' streams Did once thy heart surprise . Now ...
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... brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings . W. Shakespeare O XIII THE UNCHANGEABLE NEVER say that I was false of heart , Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify : As easy might I from myself depart As from my soul , which ...
... brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings . W. Shakespeare O XIII THE UNCHANGEABLE NEVER say that I was false of heart , Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify : As easy might I from myself depart As from my soul , which ...
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... bring water for my stain . Never believe , though in my nature reign'd All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood , That it could so preposterously be stain'd To leave for nothing all thy sum of good : For nothing this wide universe ...
... bring water for my stain . Never believe , though in my nature reign'd All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood , That it could so preposterously be stain'd To leave for nothing all thy sum of good : For nothing this wide universe ...
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... bring again , Bring again- Seals of love , but seal'd in vain , Seal'd in vain ! W. Shakespeare XXXVII LOVE'S FAREWELL INCE there's no help , come let Book First 27.
... bring again , Bring again- Seals of love , but seal'd in vain , Seal'd in vain ! W. Shakespeare XXXVII LOVE'S FAREWELL INCE there's no help , come let Book First 27.
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... I do detest my life , And with lamenting cries Peace to my soul to bring Oft call that prince which here doth monarchize - But he , grim grinning King . Who caitiffs scorns , and doth the blest surprize , 32 The Golden Treasury.
... I do detest my life , And with lamenting cries Peace to my soul to bring Oft call that prince which here doth monarchize - But he , grim grinning King . Who caitiffs scorns , and doth the blest surprize , 32 The Golden Treasury.
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The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language Vista completa - 1863 |
Términos y frases comunes
adieu Love Arethuse beauty behold beneath birds blest bonnie bower breast breath bright Brignall brow cheek chidden clouds County Guy dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream earth ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA eyes fair Fancy fear flowers frae gentle glory Gray green happy hast hath Hazeldean hear heard heart heaven Heigh hills Kirconnell kiss ladies leaves light live look'd Lord Lord Byron love's lover Lycidas lyre maid mind morn mountains Muse ne'er never night nonny Nymph o'er P. B. Shelley pale passion Pindar pleasure poems poet Poetry Rosaline rose round Rule Britannia seem'd shade Shakespeare shore sigh sight sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star stream sweet tears thee There's thine thou art thought tree voice waly waly waves weep wild winds wings Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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Página 22 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's •waste...
Página 174 - Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Página 76 - 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.
Página 21 - Tu-who, 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...
Página 353 - 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!
Página 356 - THE world is too much with us: late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Página 6 - Under the Greenwood Tree Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i...
Página 66 - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. Who would not sing for Lycidas?
Página 91 - 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.
Página 192 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute. 0 Solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms Than reign in this horrible place.