The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageFrancis Turner Palgrave Macmillan, 1891 - 381 pages |
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... 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 the reed is as the ...
... 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 the reed is as the ...
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... gone . W. Shakespeare LXIX YOUNG LOVE Tell me where is Fancy bred , Or in the heart , or in the head ? How begot , how nourished ? Reply , reply . It is engender'd in the eyes ; With gazing fed ; and Fancy dies In the cradle where it ...
... gone . W. Shakespeare LXIX YOUNG LOVE Tell me where is Fancy bred , Or in the heart , or in the head ? How begot , how nourished ? Reply , reply . It is engender'd in the eyes ; With gazing fed ; and Fancy dies In the cradle where it ...
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... , And captive Good attending captain Ill : - --- Tired with all these , from these would I be gone , Save that , to die , I leave my Love alone . W. Shakespeare LXXXIII A WISH Happy were he could finish forth his 54 Book.
... , And captive Good attending captain Ill : - --- Tired with all these , from these would I be gone , Save that , to die , I leave my Love alone . W. Shakespeare LXXXIII A WISH Happy were he could finish forth his 54 Book.
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... gone , Now thou art gone , and never must return ! Thee , Shepherd , thee the woods and desert caves With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown , And all their echoes , mourn : The willows and the hazel copses green Shall now no ...
... gone , Now thou art gone , and never must return ! Thee , Shepherd , thee the woods and desert caves With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown , And all their echoes , mourn : The willows and the hazel copses green Shall now no ...
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... gone . R. Herrick . CXIV Love in thy youth , fair Maid , be wise ; Old Time will make thee colder , And though each morning new arise Yet we each day grow older . Thou as Heaven art fair and young , Thine eyes 90 Book.
... gone . R. Herrick . CXIV Love in thy youth , fair Maid , be wise ; Old Time will make thee colder , And though each morning new arise Yet we each day grow older . Thou as Heaven art fair and young , Thine eyes 90 Book.
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Arethuse beauty beneath birds bonnie bower breast breath bright Brignall brow cheek clouds County Guy dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream earth ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA eyes F. T. PALGRAVE fair Fancy fear flowers frae FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE gentle glory golden Gray green H. F. Lyte happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill kiss leaves light live look'd Lord Lord Byron Love's Lycidas lyre LYRICAL maid mind morn mountains Muse ne'er never night Nymph o'er P. B. Shelley pale passion Pindar pleasure poem Poetry poets rose round seem'd shade Shakespeare sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit Spring star 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 208 - 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...
Page 332 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Page 77 - 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.
Page 308 - But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
Page 12 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
Page 287 - Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Page 280 - 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. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I...
Page 276 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground ! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know,...
Page 4 - 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 20 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.