The Golden Treasury: Selected from the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language and Arranged with NotesGinn, 1912 - 466 oldal A popular anthology of English poetry, intended for high-school students and for the general reader. |
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20. oldal
... Tears , a delightful thing ; Silence , beyond all speech , a wisdom rare : She made her sighs to sing , And all things with so sweet a sadness move As made my heart at once both grieve and love . 1 From John Dowland's " Second Book of ...
... Tears , a delightful thing ; Silence , beyond all speech , a wisdom rare : She made her sighs to sing , And all things with so sweet a sadness move As made my heart at once both grieve and love . 1 From John Dowland's " Second Book of ...
21. oldal
... Tears kill the heart , believe . O strive not to be excellent in woe , Which only breeds your beauty's overthrow . XXXI 5 Anon . TRUE LOVE Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments . Love is not love Which alters when ...
... Tears kill the heart , believe . O strive not to be excellent in woe , Which only breeds your beauty's overthrow . XXXI 5 Anon . TRUE LOVE Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments . Love is not love Which alters when ...
29. oldal
... tears refrain ; For her griefs so lively shown Made me think upon mine own . Ah , thought I , thou mourn'st in vain , None takes pity on thy pain : Senseless trees , they cannot hear thee , Ruthless beasts , they will not cheer thee ...
... tears refrain ; For her griefs so lively shown Made me think upon mine own . Ah , thought I , thou mourn'st in vain , None takes pity on thy pain : Senseless trees , they cannot hear thee , Ruthless beasts , they will not cheer thee ...
33. oldal
... tears ? No marvel then though I mistake my view : The sun itself sees not till heaven clears . O cunning Love ! with tears thou keep'st me blind , Lest eyes well - seeing thy foul faults should find ! LIL W. Shakespeare Sleep , angry ...
... tears ? No marvel then though I mistake my view : The sun itself sees not till heaven clears . O cunning Love ! with tears thou keep'st me blind , Lest eyes well - seeing thy foul faults should find ! LIL W. Shakespeare Sleep , angry ...
39. oldal
... his pretty boy Last his sorrow , first his joy . 5 IO 15 20 Weep not , my wanton , smile upon my knee ; 25 When thou art old , there's grief enough for thee . Streaming tears that never stint , Like pearl drops from BOOK FIRST 39.
... his pretty boy Last his sorrow , first his joy . 5 IO 15 20 Weep not , my wanton , smile upon my knee ; 25 When thou art old , there's grief enough for thee . Streaming tears that never stint , Like pearl drops from BOOK FIRST 39.
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beauty Ben Jonson beneath birds bonnie born bower breath bright Brignall clouds dear death delight died dost doth dream earth English eyes fair famous Fancy fear feel flowers gentle glory golden Gray green H. F. Lyte hack writer happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hills kiss lady leaves light lines live London look'd Lord Lord Byron Love's lover Lycidas lyre lyric lyric poetry Mary Lamb Milton mind morn mountain Muse ne'er Neidpath Castle never night numbers Nymph o'er P. B. Shelley passion Pindar pleasure poem poet poetry rose round seem'd shade Shakespeare Shakespeare's sonnets sing sleep smile soft song sonnets sorrow soul sound spirit Spring stanza star sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thought tree verse voice waves weep Westminster School wild winds Wordsworth Yarrow youth ΙΟ
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214. oldal - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men...
301. oldal - Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
265. oldal - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him. But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
184. oldal - 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. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke, How jocund did they drive their team a-field ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys and destiny obscure ; Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile, The short and...
74. oldal - And as he passes turn, And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud ; For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock by fountain, shade, and rill.
25. oldal - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight. Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
220. oldal - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright: I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me — who knows how? To thy chamber window, Sweet! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The Champak odours fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart; — As I must on thine, Oh, beloved as thou art!
24. oldal - 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.
26. oldal - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
224. oldal - Three years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, 'A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. 'Myself will to my darling be " Both law and impulse : and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain...