The Golden Treasury: Selected from the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language, and Arranged with Notes by Francis T. Palgrave |
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... look pale , dreading the winter's near . W. Shakespeare XVI A CONSOLATION 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 ...
... look pale , dreading the winter's near . W. Shakespeare XVI A CONSOLATION 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 ...
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... looks doth grace ; Heigh ho , fair Rosaline ! Her lips are like two budded roses Whom ranks of lilies neighbour nigh , Within which bounds she balm encloses Apt to entice a deity : Heigh ho , would she were mine ! Her neck is like a ...
... looks doth grace ; Heigh ho , fair Rosaline ! Her lips are like two budded roses Whom ranks of lilies neighbour nigh , Within which bounds she balm encloses Apt to entice a deity : Heigh ho , would she were mine ! Her neck is like a ...
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... look upon thee , Alas ! poor Love ! then thou art woe - begone thee . Anon . XXII A SONG FOR MUSIC Weep you no more , sad fountains : - What need you flow so fast ? Look how the snowy mountains Heaven's sun doth gently waste ! But my ...
... look upon thee , Alas ! poor Love ! then thou art woe - begone thee . Anon . XXII A SONG FOR MUSIC Weep you no more , sad fountains : - What need you flow so fast ? Look how the snowy mountains Heaven's sun doth gently waste ! But my ...
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... look'd but with divining eyes , They had not skill enough your worth to sing : For we , which now behold these present days , Have eyes to wonder , but lack tongues to praise . W. Shakespeare XXV BASIA Turn back , you wanton flyer , And ...
... look'd but with divining eyes , They had not skill enough your worth to sing : For we , which now behold these present days , Have eyes to wonder , but lack tongues to praise . W. Shakespeare XXV BASIA Turn back , you wanton flyer , And ...
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... time to grieve ! Enough , enough : your joyful look excels : Tears kill the heart , believe . O strive not to be excellent in woe , Which only breeds your beauty's overthrow . Anon . XXXI TRUE LOVE Let me not to the marriage of C 2 FIRST ...
... time to grieve ! Enough , enough : your joyful look excels : Tears kill the heart , believe . O strive not to be excellent in woe , Which only breeds your beauty's overthrow . Anon . XXXI TRUE LOVE Let me not to the marriage of C 2 FIRST ...
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Anon Arethuse beauty beneath birds bonnie bower breast breath bright Brignall cheek clouds County Guy dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream drest earth ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA eyes fair Fancy fear flowers frae gentle glory golden Gray green H. F. Lyte happy hast hath Hazeldean hear heard heart heaven hill hour John Anderson Kirconnell kiss leaves light live look'd Lord Lord Byron Love's Lycidas lyre maid mind morn mountains Muse ne'er never night numbers Nymph o'er P. B. Shelley passion Philomela pleasure poem Poetry poets Rosaline roses round 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 75 - 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 10 - 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, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Page 279 - EARTH has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will:...
Page 68 - Alas ! what boots it with uncessant care To tend the homely, slighted, shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless Muse ? Were it not better done, as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair ? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred...
Page 340 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong: I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May...
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 171 - 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; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride...
Page 323 - Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them!
Page 172 - 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.
Page 330 - Bold lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!