The Golden Treasury: Selected from the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageMacmillan and Company, limited, 1902 - 275 páginas |
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... summers . I have however tried my best to fill the book with such Underwoods ( to take Jonson's phrase ) as the early Roman poet Naevius spoke of wherein the copse - wood is sown by natural process , not planted ; Ingenio arbusta ubi ...
... summers . I have however tried my best to fill the book with such Underwoods ( to take Jonson's phrase ) as the early Roman poet Naevius spoke of wherein the copse - wood is sown by natural process , not planted ; Ingenio arbusta ubi ...
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... summer meadows bloom , But gathereth the winter snows , And changeth to the hue of those , If lasting till they come ? Is there a word , or jest , or game , But time encrusteth round With sad associate thoughts the same ? And so to me ...
... summer meadows bloom , But gathereth the winter snows , And changeth to the hue of those , If lasting till they come ? Is there a word , or jest , or game , But time encrusteth round With sad associate thoughts the same ? And so to me ...
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... Summer boon , Pass by in state like a full robëd king , The waters dance , the woodlands laugh and sing : If only once deaf ears had heard the joy Of the wild birds , or morning breezes blowing , Of silver fountains from their caverns ...
... Summer boon , Pass by in state like a full robëd king , The waters dance , the woodlands laugh and sing : If only once deaf ears had heard the joy Of the wild birds , or morning breezes blowing , Of silver fountains from their caverns ...
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... Summer not yet seen . On every chance - mild day That visits the moist shaw , The honeysuckle , ' sdaining to be crost In urgence of sweet life by sleet or frost , ' Voids the time's law With still increase Of leaflet new , and little ...
... Summer not yet seen . On every chance - mild day That visits the moist shaw , The honeysuckle , ' sdaining to be crost In urgence of sweet life by sleet or frost , ' Voids the time's law With still increase Of leaflet new , and little ...
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... Summer with his lifted spear . C. Patmore XXXI LYNMOUTH Around my love and me the brooding hills , Full of delicious murmurs , rise on high , Closing upon this spot the summer fills , And over which there rules the summer sky . Behind ...
... Summer with his lifted spear . C. Patmore XXXI LYNMOUTH Around my love and me the brooding hills , Full of delicious murmurs , rise on high , Closing upon this spot the summer fills , And over which there rules the summer sky . Behind ...
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A. H. Clough beauty beneath bird breast breath bright C. G. Rossetti cheek child dark dead dear death deep dream E. B. Browning earth Emmie eyes F. T. PALGRAVE face fair flowers FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE glory golden gone grave gray green grief hair hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour kiss knew land leave light little birdie live lone look look'd Lord Houghton Lord Tennyson lost never night o'er O'Shaughnessy once pass'd passion prayer proputty Ravelston rest rose round Scholar Gipsy seem'd shadow ship sigh silent sings Sirmio sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stirr'd sweet T. L. Peacock tears Tennyson-Turner Theocritus thine things thou thought thro Thyrsis turn'd voice vrom wave weary weep wild wind wonder words young
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Página 185 - Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me ! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark ! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark ; For tho...
Página 51 - Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years, Who each one in a gracious hand appears To bear a gift for mortals, old or young: And, as I mused it in his antique tongue, I saw, in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years, Those of my own life, who by turns had flung A shadow across me. Straightway I was 'ware, So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair, And a voice said in mastery while I strove, . . . »Guess now who...
Página 124 - Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!
Página 70 - In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast; In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest; In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
Página 23 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.
Página 178 - Spite of this flesh to-day I strove, made head, gained ground upon the whole ! " As the bird wings and sings, Let us cry, "All good things Are ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now than flesh helps soul...
Página 118 - Lights shine in the town. She will start from her slumber When gusts shake the door; She will hear the winds howling, Will hear the waves roar. We shall see, while above us The waves roar and whirl, A ceiling of amber, A pavement of pearl. Singing: "Here came a mortal, But faithless was she! And alone dwell for ever The kings of the sea.
Página 129 - Since I needs must say my say, Since on board the duty's done, And from Malo Roads to Croisic Point, what is it but a run? Since 'tis ask and have, I may Since the others go ashore Come! A good whole holiday! Leave to go and see my wife, whom I call the Belle Aurore!
Página 180 - Thoughts hardly to be packed Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped; All I could never be, All, men ignored in me, This, I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped.
Página 176 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!