The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageMacmillan, 1889 - 405 páginas |
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... dark world which lieth dead ; Spread forth thy golden hair In larger locks than thou wast wont before , And emperor - like decore With diadem of pearl thy temples fair : Chase hence the ugly night Which serves but to make dear thy ...
... dark world which lieth dead ; Spread forth thy golden hair In larger locks than thou wast wont before , And emperor - like decore With diadem of pearl thy temples fair : Chase hence the ugly night Which serves but to make dear thy ...
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... dark days seen , What old December's bareness everywhere ! And yet this time removed was summer's time : The teeming autumn , big with rich increase , Bearing the wanton burden of the prime Like widow'd wombs after their lords ' decease ...
... dark days seen , What old December's bareness everywhere ! And yet this time removed was summer's time : The teeming autumn , big with rich increase , Bearing the wanton burden of the prime Like widow'd wombs after their lords ' decease ...
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... dark forgetting of my care return . And let the day be time enough to mourn The shipwreck of my ill - adventured youth : Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn , Without the torment of the night's untruth . Cease , dreams , the ...
... dark forgetting of my care return . And let the day be time enough to mourn The shipwreck of my ill - adventured youth : Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn , Without the torment of the night's untruth . Cease , dreams , the ...
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... dark foundations deep , And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep . Ring out , ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears , If ye have power to touch our senses so ; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And ...
... dark foundations deep , And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep . Ring out , ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears , If ye have power to touch our senses so ; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And ...
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... dark The sable stoléd sorcerers bear his worshipt ark . He feels from Juda's land . The dreaded infant's hand ; The rays of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn ; Nor all the gods beside Longer dare abide , Nor Typhon huge ending in snaky ...
... dark The sable stoléd sorcerers bear his worshipt ark . He feels from Juda's land . The dreaded infant's hand ; The rays of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn ; Nor all the gods beside Longer dare abide , Nor Typhon huge ending in snaky ...
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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.