Choice English LyricsSilver, Burdett, 1894 - 368 oldal |
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8. oldal
... Lover to his Lute 6. The Lover to his Lyre 7. The Lover's Appeal 8. A Lost Love John Lyly Sir Charles Sedley Sir Thomas Wyatt Abraham Cowley Sir Thomas Wyatt John Addington Symonds • · Robert Herrick . • Edmund Waller · 9. To the ...
... Lover to his Lute 6. The Lover to his Lyre 7. The Lover's Appeal 8. A Lost Love John Lyly Sir Charles Sedley Sir Thomas Wyatt Abraham Cowley Sir Thomas Wyatt John Addington Symonds • · Robert Herrick . • Edmund Waller · 9. To the ...
9. oldal
... Lover's Letters . 11. Life's Lessons 12. Sad and Sweet . 13. To the Moon 14. The Common Grave 15. To his Lute . 16. Resignation and Despair 17. Last Sonnet 18. Retirement 19. Evening . 20. Twilight . 21. Illusions . 22. Sweet and Bitter ...
... Lover's Letters . 11. Life's Lessons 12. Sad and Sweet . 13. To the Moon 14. The Common Grave 15. To his Lute . 16. Resignation and Despair 17. Last Sonnet 18. Retirement 19. Evening . 20. Twilight . 21. Illusions . 22. Sweet and Bitter ...
14. oldal
... lover wonders what they are Who look for day before his mistress wakes . Awake ! awake ! break through your veils of lawn ! Then draw your curtains , and begin the dawn . - - SIR WILLIAM DAVENANT . 3 . MORNING . WHAT tongue the melodies ...
... lover wonders what they are Who look for day before his mistress wakes . Awake ! awake ! break through your veils of lawn ! Then draw your curtains , and begin the dawn . - - SIR WILLIAM DAVENANT . 3 . MORNING . WHAT tongue the melodies ...
38. oldal
James Baldwin. The fields breathe sweet , the daisies kiss our feet , Young lovers meet , old wives a sunning sit , In every street these tunes our ears do greet , Cuckoo , jug - jug , pu - we , to - witta - woo ! Spring ! the sweet ...
James Baldwin. The fields breathe sweet , the daisies kiss our feet , Young lovers meet , old wives a sunning sit , In every street these tunes our ears do greet , Cuckoo , jug - jug , pu - we , to - witta - woo ! Spring ! the sweet ...
122. oldal
... lover's lute , Have found the fame your shores refuse ; Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires ' " Islands of the Blest . " The mountains look on Marathon And Marathon looks on the sea ; And ...
... lover's lute , Have found the fame your shores refuse ; Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires ' " Islands of the Blest . " The mountains look on Marathon And Marathon looks on the sea ; And ...
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48. oldal - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
54. oldal - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
200. oldal - TO HELEN Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
94. oldal - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
186. oldal - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. 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.
73. oldal - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
49. oldal - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
158. oldal - So stately his form, and so lovely her face. That never a hall such a galliard did grace: While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
186. oldal - GATHER ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying : And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying.
102. oldal - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden, saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.