The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageMacmillan, 1890 - 346ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... thing , then maids dance in a ring , Cold doth not sting , the pretty birds do sing , Cuckoo , jug - jug , pu - we , to - witta - woo ! The palm and may make country houses gay , Lambs frisk and play , the shepherds pipe all day , And ...
... thing , then maids dance in a ring , Cold doth not sting , the pretty birds do sing , Cuckoo , jug - jug , pu - we , to - witta - woo ! The palm and may make country houses gay , Lambs frisk and play , the shepherds pipe all day , And ...
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... things blesséd When all thy praises are expressed , Dear joy , how I do love thee ! As the birds do love the spring , Or the bees their careful king : Then in requite , sweet virgin , love me ! H. Constable XVI ROSALINE Like to the ...
... things blesséd When all thy praises are expressed , Dear joy , how I do love thee ! As the birds do love the spring , Or the bees their careful king : Then in requite , sweet virgin , love me ! H. Constable XVI ROSALINE Like to the ...
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... things past , I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought , And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste ; Then can I drown an eye , unused to flow , For precious friends hid in death's dateless night , And weep afresh love's long ...
... things past , I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought , And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste ; Then can I drown an eye , unused to flow , For precious friends hid in death's dateless night , And weep afresh love's long ...
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... thing they most do show , Who , moving others , are themselves as stone , Unmovéd , cold , and to temptation slow , - They rightly do inherit Heaven's graces , And husband nature's riches from expensc ; They are the lords and owners of ...
... thing they most do show , Who , moving others , are themselves as stone , Unmovéd , cold , and to temptation slow , - They rightly do inherit Heaven's graces , And husband nature's riches from expensc ; They are the lords and owners of ...
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... things turn sourest by their deeds ; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds . W. Shakespeare XXXIII THE LOVER'S APPEAL And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay ! say nay ! for shame , To save thee from the blame Of all my grief and ...
... things turn sourest by their deeds ; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds . W. Shakespeare XXXIII THE LOVER'S APPEAL And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay ! say nay ! for shame , To save thee from the blame Of all my grief and ...
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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 delight dost doth dream earth ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA eyes fair Fancy fear flowers frae gentle glory golden golden slumbers Gray green happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill hour John Anderson Kirconnell kiss ladies leaves light live look'd Lord Lord Byron love's lover Lycidas lyre Milton mind morn mountains Muse ne'er never night Nymph o'er P. B. Shelley pale passion Pindar pleasure poem Poetry poets round Rule Britannia seem'd shade Shakespeare shore sigh silent 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 weary weep white-thorn wild winds wings Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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142 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
296 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 passed away a glory from the earth.
302 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
141 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 a-field ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke.
299 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...
237 ÆäÀÌÁö - Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? 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.
15 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
141 ÆäÀÌÁö - Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?
283 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.
143 ÆäÀÌÁö - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.