The Golden Treasury Selected from the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageMacmillan & Company, 1902 - 382 pages |
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... hast told these honours done to thee , Then tell , O tell , how thou didst murder me ! T. Campion LX SEPHESTIA'S SONG TO HER CHILD Weep not , my wanton , smile upon my knee ; When thou art old there's grief enough for thee . Mother's ...
... hast told these honours done to thee , Then tell , O tell , how thou didst murder me ! T. Campion LX SEPHESTIA'S SONG TO HER CHILD Weep not , my wanton , smile upon my knee ; When thou art old there's grief enough for thee . Mother's ...
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... hast done , Home art gone and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must , As chimney - sweepers , come to dust . Fear no more the frown o ' the great , Thou art past the tyrant's stroke ; Care no more to clothe and eat ; To thee ...
... hast done , Home art gone and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must , As chimney - sweepers , come to dust . Fear no more the frown o ' the great , Thou art past the tyrant's stroke ; Care no more to clothe and eat ; To thee ...
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... hast thou golden slumbers ? O sweet content ! Art thou rich , yet is thy mind perplex'd ? O punishment ! Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vex'd To add to golden numbers , golden numbers ? O sweet content ! O sweet , O sweet content ...
... hast thou golden slumbers ? O sweet content ! Art thou rich , yet is thy mind perplex'd ? O punishment ! Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vex'd To add to golden numbers , golden numbers ? O sweet content ! O sweet , O sweet content ...
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... Hast thou no verse , no hymn , or solemn strain To welcome Him to this His new abode , Now while the heaven , by the sun's team untrod , Hath took no print of the approaching light , And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons ...
... Hast thou no verse , no hymn , or solemn strain To welcome Him to this His new abode , Now while the heaven , by the sun's team untrod , Hath took no print of the approaching light , And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons ...
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... hast taken thy repast , Repose , my babe , on me ; So may thy mother and thy nurse Thy cradle also be . Sing lullaby , my little boy , Sing lullaby , mine only joy ! grieve that duty doth not work All that my wishing would , Because I ...
... hast taken thy repast , Repose , my babe , on me ; So may thy mother and thy nurse Thy cradle also be . Sing lullaby , my little boy , Sing lullaby , mine only joy ! grieve that duty doth not work All that my wishing would , Because I ...
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Arethuse beauty behold beneath birds bonnie bower breast breath bright Brignall cheek clouds County Guy dark dead dear death delight dost doth dream earth ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA eyes fair Fancy fear flowers frae gentle glory golden Gray green H. F. Lyte happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill John Anderson Kirconnell kiss leaves light live look look'd Lord Lord Byron love's lovers Lycidas lyre maid mind morn mountains Muse ne'er never night Nymph o'er P. B. Shelley pale passion Philomela pleasure poem Poetry poets rose round S. T. Coleridge seem'd shade Shakespeare sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit Spring star stream sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou art thought tree Twas voice waly waly waves weep white-thorn wild winds wings Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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Page 243 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Page 291 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, — A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay : Ten thousand saw I, at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee ; A poet could not...
Page 174 - 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...
Page 172 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! 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 simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead...
Page 10 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
Page 73 - Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves ; Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing, in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Page 23 - 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.
Page 2 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Page 342 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel — I feel it all. Oh evil day! if I were sullen While Earth herself is adorning, This sweet May-morning, And the Children are culling On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm, And the Babe leaps up on his Mother's arm: — I hear, I hear, with...
Page 345 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain-light of all our day, Are yet a master-light of all our seeing ; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence : truths that wake, To perish never ; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor man nor boy Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather Though inland...