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... comes in these pages after the poets and not before them . Such is , indeed , the place he wishes to occupy : to be read after the poems , and in no case until the poem commented upon has been read with care and intelligence . If this ...
... comes in these pages after the poets and not before them . Such is , indeed , the place he wishes to occupy : to be read after the poems , and in no case until the poem commented upon has been read with care and intelligence . If this ...
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... comes through pleasure - within each book the pieces have therefore been arranged in gradations of feeling or subject . And it is hoped that the contents of this Anthology will thus be found to present a certain unity as " episodes ...
... comes through pleasure - within each book the pieces have therefore been arranged in gradations of feeling or subject . And it is hoped that the contents of this Anthology will thus be found to present a certain unity as " episodes ...
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... 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 : T. Gray CLX . 5 10 . 11 . There Honour comes , a pilgrim BOOK THIRD 11 Ode written in 1746,
... 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 : T. Gray CLX . 5 10 . 11 . There Honour comes , a pilgrim BOOK THIRD 11 Ode written in 1746,
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Francis Turner Palgrave John Henry Fowler. 10 . 11 . There Honour comes , a pilgrim gray , To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair To dwell a weeping hermit there ! LAMENT FOR CULLODEN The lovely lass'o ...
Francis Turner Palgrave John Henry Fowler. 10 . 11 . There Honour comes , a pilgrim gray , To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair To dwell a weeping hermit there ! LAMENT FOR CULLODEN The lovely lass'o ...
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... ony . ' O gentle wind , that bloweth south , From where my Love repaireth , Convey a kiss frae his dear mouth And tell me how he fareth ! 5 10 " O tell sweet Willie to come doun And hear 14 THE GOLDEN TREASURY Willy drowned in Yarrow,
... ony . ' O gentle wind , that bloweth south , From where my Love repaireth , Convey a kiss frae his dear mouth And tell me how he fareth ! 5 10 " O tell sweet Willie to come doun And hear 14 THE GOLDEN TREASURY Willy drowned in Yarrow,
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The Golden Treasury of Songs and Lyrics, with Notes Francis Turner Palgrave Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1908 |
Palgrave's Golden Treasury of Songs and Lyrics ... Francis Turner Palgrave Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1903 |
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Aeneid Aeolian Aeschylus anapaest ancient ballad Bard beautiful bonnie Book Bradshaw braes Burns called charm Collins Comus Cowper CXLV dear death Dryden's Eclogue eighteenth century Elegy English English poetry epithet eyes F. T. Palgrave Faerie Queene fair favourite flowers Georgics Golden Treasury Gray Gray's Greek Hales heart honour Horace Horace's Il Penseroso Jean John Anderson King L'Allegro Lady Latin leal lines living lourche Lucretius LXXXIX Lycidas Lycidas G. T. lyre lyric Mary melancholy Metre Milton mind Muse Nativity Ode night o'er Paradise Lost Penseroso G. T. phrase Pindar poem poetic poetry poets Pope Queen reader rhyme Scottish sense shade Shakespeare simplicity sleep song Sonnet Sophocles sorrow soul sound Spenser stanza stream sweet tabby tear Tennyson thee thou thought Tovey Twas verb verse Virgil warble wind wings word Wordsworth written Yarrow وو
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Side 48 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Side 65 - It may be safely affirmed that there neither is, nor can be, any essential difference between the language of prose and metrical composition.
Side 55 - How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair.
Side 29 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round ; Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound : And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Side 98 - YE banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair; How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary, fu' o
Side 16 - It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak, She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Side 66 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend.
Side 42 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Side 33 - WEE, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie ! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi...
Side 50 - Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.