The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageMacmillan, 1875 - 332 Seiten |
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... dreams do smile , And sometimes fall a - weeping , So I awaked , as wise this while As when I fell a - sleeping Hey nonny nonny O ! Hey nonny nonny ! The Shepherd Tonie XVIII TO HIS LOVE Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art ...
... dreams do smile , And sometimes fall a - weeping , So I awaked , as wise this while As when I fell a - sleeping Hey nonny nonny O ! Hey nonny nonny ! The Shepherd Tonie XVIII TO HIS LOVE Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art ...
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... dream doth flatter ; In sleep , a king ; but waking , no such matter . W. Shakespeare XXXII THE LIFE WITHOUT PASSION They that have power to hurt , and will do none , That do not do the thing they most do show , Who , moving others ...
... dream doth flatter ; In sleep , a king ; but waking , no such matter . W. Shakespeare XXXII THE LIFE WITHOUT PASSION They that have power to hurt , and will do none , That do not do the thing they most do show , Who , moving others ...
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... dream- Had ye been there -- for what could that have done ? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore The Muse herself , for her enchanting son , Whom universal nature did lament , When by the rout that made the hideous roar His ...
... dream- Had ye been there -- for what could that have done ? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore The Muse herself , for her enchanting son , Whom universal nature did lament , When by the rout that made the hideous roar His ...
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... dream On summer eves by haunted stream . Then to the well - trod stage anon , If Jonson's learned sock be on , Or sweetest Shakspeare , Fancy's child , Warble his native wood - notes wild . And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft ...
... dream On summer eves by haunted stream . Then to the well - trod stage anon , If Jonson's learned sock be on , Or sweetest Shakspeare , Fancy's child , Warble his native wood - notes wild . And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft ...
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... dreams The fickle pensioners of Morpheus ' train . But hail , thou goddess sage and holy , Hail , divinest Melancholy ! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight , And therefore to our weaker view O'erlaid with ...
... dreams The fickle pensioners of Morpheus ' train . But hail , thou goddess sage and holy , Hail , divinest Melancholy ! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight , And therefore to our weaker view O'erlaid with ...
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Arethuse art thou beauty behold beneath birds blest 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 fair Fancy fear flowers frae gentle glory golden green greenwood tree happy hast hath Hazeldean hear heard heart heaven hills John Anderson Kirconnell kiss ladies leaves light live look'd Lord Lord Byron lover Lycidas lyre maid mind morn mountains Muse ne'er never night nonny Nymph o'er P. B. Shelley pale Pindar pleasure poems Poetry Poets Rosaline rose round Rule Britannia seem'd shade Shakespeare shore sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star stream sweet tears thee There's thine thou art thought tree Twas voice waly waly waves weep wild winds wings Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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Seite 145 - 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...
Seite 302 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath pass'd away a glory from the earth.
Seite 144 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Seite 305 - 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 far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Seite 254 - 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 Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed — and gazed — but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward...
Seite 143 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. 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 afield...
Seite 247 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. // Near them, on the sand, / Half sunk, / a shattered visage lies, / whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, / Tell that its sculptor / well those passions read / Which yet survive, / stamped on these lifeless things, / The hand that mocked them, / and the heart that fed: // And on the pedestal / these words appear: // "My...
Seite 202 - 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.
Seite 8 - 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...
Seite 289 - O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes : O thou Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill...