The Golden Treasury of Songs and Lyrics, with NotesScott, Foresman and Company, 1908 - 437 sider |
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... Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth , and fill ( Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air ) With living hues and odours plain and hill : Wild Spirit , which art moving everywhere ...
... Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth , and fill ( Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air ) With living hues and odours plain and hill : Wild Spirit , which art moving everywhere ...
Side 68
... thine own approved The which so long hath thee so loved , Whose steadfast faith yet never moved- Forget not this ! Sir T. Wyat XXIX TO AURORA O if thou knew'st how thou thyself dost harm , And dost prejudge thy bliss , and spoil my rest ...
... thine own approved The which so long hath thee so loved , Whose steadfast faith yet never moved- Forget not this ! Sir T. Wyat XXIX TO AURORA O if thou knew'st how thou thyself dost harm , And dost prejudge thy bliss , and spoil my rest ...
Side 69
... thine : 5 And whilst we thus should make our sorrows one , This happy harmony would make them none . W. Alexander , Earl of Sterline 5 10 15 XXX IN LACRIMAS I saw my Lady weep , And Sorrow proud to be advanced so In those fair eyes ...
... thine : 5 And whilst we thus should make our sorrows one , This happy harmony would make them none . W. Alexander , Earl of Sterline 5 10 15 XXX IN LACRIMAS I saw my Lady weep , And Sorrow proud to be advanced so In those fair eyes ...
Side 75
... thine in right , 5 Move not thy heavy grace , thou shalt in me , Livelier than elsewhere , Stella's image see . Sir P. Sidney XLI REVOLUTIONS Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore So do our minutes hasten to their end ; Each ...
... thine in right , 5 Move not thy heavy grace , thou shalt in me , Livelier than elsewhere , Stella's image see . Sir P. Sidney XLI REVOLUTIONS Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore So do our minutes hasten to their end ; Each ...
Side 79
... Thine earth now springs , mine fadeth ; Thy thorn without , my thorn my heart invadeth . Alas , she hath no other cause of anguish But Tereus ' love , on her by strong hand wroken , Wherein she suffering , all her spirits languish ...
... Thine earth now springs , mine fadeth ; Thy thorn without , my thorn my heart invadeth . Alas , she hath no other cause of anguish But Tereus ' love , on her by strong hand wroken , Wherein she suffering , all her spirits languish ...
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Palgrave's Golden Treasury of Songs and Lyrics ... Francis Turner Palgrave Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1903 |
The Golden Treasury of Songs and Lyrics, with Notes Francis Turner Palgrave Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1908 |
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anapestic Arethuse beauty beneath birds bonnie bower breast breath bright Brignall County Guy dactylic dark dead dear death delight dost doth dream earth ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA eyes fair fancy fear feel feet flowers frae gentle glory Gray green H. F. Lyte happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill iambic pentameter kiss leaves light live look'd Lord Byron Love's Lycidas lyre lyric Lyrical Poetry Milton mind morn mountains Muse ne'er never night numbers Nymph o'er P. B. Shelley passion Pindaric pleasure poem poet poetry rhyme rose round seem'd shade Shakespeare sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit Spring stanzas star sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought tree trochaic trochee Twas verse voice waly waly waves weep wild winds wings Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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Side 325 - 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...
Side 323 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Side 76 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Side 352 - And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing...
Side 69 - A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit, tu-who, A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Side 70 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight. Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Side 324 - 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, and the fruit-tree wild...
Side 50 - Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
Side 324 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Side 389 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.