The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageSever and Francis, 1869 - 405 oldal |
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17. oldal
... meant amiss- Forget not yet ! Forget not then thine own approved The which so long hath thee so loved , Whose steadfast faith yet never moved Forget not this ! - Sir T. Wyat O XXII TO AURORA “ IF thou knew'st how thou 2 Book First 17.
... meant amiss- Forget not yet ! Forget not then thine own approved The which so long hath thee so loved , Whose steadfast faith yet never moved Forget not this ! - Sir T. Wyat O XXII TO AURORA “ IF thou knew'st how thou 2 Book First 17.
18. oldal
... thine : And whilst we thus should make our sorrows one , This happy harmony would make them none . W. Alexander , Earl of Sterline L ' XXIII TRUE LOVE ET me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments . Love is not love Which ...
... thine : And whilst we thus should make our sorrows one , This happy harmony would make them none . W. Alexander , Earl of Sterline L ' XXIII TRUE LOVE ET me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments . Love is not love Which ...
43. oldal
... thine own name That promiseth the same ; That through thy prowess and victorious arms Thy country may be freed from foreign harms , And great Eliza's glorious name may ring Through all the world , fill'd with thy wide alarms Which some ...
... thine own name That promiseth the same ; That through thy prowess and victorious arms Thy country may be freed from foreign harms , And great Eliza's glorious name may ring Through all the world , fill'd with thy wide alarms Which some ...
44. oldal
... thine own tears ? O punishment ! Then he that patiently want's burden bears No burden bears , but is a king , a king ! O sweet content ! O sweet O sweet content ! Work apace , apace , apace , apace ; Honest labour bears a lovely face ...
... thine own tears ? O punishment ! Then he that patiently want's burden bears No burden bears , but is a king , a king ! O sweet content ! O sweet O sweet content ! Work apace , apace , apace , apace ; Honest labour bears a lovely face ...
68. oldal
... rigg'd with curses dark , That sunk so low that sacred head of thine . Next Camus , reverend sire , went footing slow , His mantle hairy , and his bonnet sedge Inwrought with figures dim , and on the edge Like 68 The Golden Treasury.
... rigg'd with curses dark , That sunk so low that sacred head of thine . Next Camus , reverend sire , went footing slow , His mantle hairy , and his bonnet sedge Inwrought with figures dim , and on the edge Like 68 The Golden Treasury.
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213. oldal - 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...
289. oldal - Hail to thee, blithe spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Highe'r still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
21. oldal - 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...
353. oldal - 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!
76. oldal - 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.
366. oldal - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
369. oldal - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a mother's mind And no unworthy aim, The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate, Man, Forget the glories he hath known And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years
74. oldal - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning, chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
174. oldal - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign' d, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?
351. oldal - mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean, Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height The locks of the approaching storm.