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... sorrow and beauty , such a book as " The Golden Treasury of English Lyric Poetry " should be really one of the most precious books in the world . Rather than any other anthology of English verse , it has been accepted for what it is , a ...
... sorrow and beauty , such a book as " The Golden Treasury of English Lyric Poetry " should be really one of the most precious books in the world . Rather than any other anthology of English verse , it has been accepted for what it is , a ...
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... ; No , I would have my share in what were thine : And whilst we thus should make our sorrows one , This happy harmony would make them none . W. ALEXANDER , Earl of Sterline A Ditty 17 XXIII TRUE LOVE Let me not to To Aurora.
... ; No , I would have my share in what were thine : And whilst we thus should make our sorrows one , This happy harmony would make them none . W. ALEXANDER , Earl of Sterline A Ditty 17 XXIII TRUE LOVE Let me not to To Aurora.
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... sorrows end . W. SHAKESPEARE XXX REVOLUTIONS Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore So do our minutes hasten to their end ; Each changing place with that which goes before , In sequent toil all forwards do contend ...
... sorrows end . W. SHAKESPEARE XXX REVOLUTIONS Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore So do our minutes hasten to their end ; Each changing place with that which goes before , In sequent toil all forwards do contend ...
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... sorrowing : Even so , poor bird , like thee None alive will pity me . R. BARNEFIELD XXXV Care - charmer Sleep , son ... sorrow : Still let me sleep , embracing clouds in vain , And never wake to feel the day's disdain . S. DANIEL Love's ...
... sorrowing : Even so , poor bird , like thee None alive will pity me . R. BARNEFIELD XXXV Care - charmer Sleep , son ... sorrow : Still let me sleep , embracing clouds in vain , And never wake to feel the day's disdain . S. DANIEL Love's ...
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... sorrow ; Sweet air blow soft , mount larks aloft To give my Love good - morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird , prune thy wing , nightingale sing , To give my Love good - morrow ; To give ...
... sorrow ; Sweet air blow soft , mount larks aloft To give my Love good - morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird , prune thy wing , nightingale sing , To give my Love good - morrow ; To give ...
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9 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
157 ÆäÀÌÁö - Th' applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
101 ÆäÀÌÁö - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and cranks and wanton wiles, Nods and becks and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go, On the light fantastic toe...
13 ÆäÀÌÁö - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
335 ÆäÀÌÁö - MY heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky : So was it when my life began, So is it now I am a man, So be it when I shall grow old Or let me die ! The Child is father of the Man : And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
321 ÆäÀÌÁö - mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean, Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height The locks of the approaching storm.
340 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
271 ÆäÀÌÁö - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
128 ÆäÀÌÁö - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
339 ÆäÀÌÁö - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise ; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings ; Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised...