The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageMacmillan and Company, 1867 - 332 páginas |
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... , nor is it possible , that all readers shall think the line accurately drawn . Some poems , as Gray's Elegy , the Allegro and Pense- roso , Wordsworth's Ruth or Campbell's Lord Ullin , might be claimed with perhaps equal justice for a nar-
... , nor is it possible , that all readers shall think the line accurately drawn . Some poems , as Gray's Elegy , the Allegro and Pense- roso , Wordsworth's Ruth or Campbell's Lord Ullin , might be claimed with perhaps equal justice for a nar-
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... Wordsworth CLXXV She is not fair to outward view As many maidens be ; Her loveliness I never knew Until she smiled on me . O then I saw her eye was bright , A well of love , a spring of light . But now her looks are coy and cold , To ...
... Wordsworth CLXXV She is not fair to outward view As many maidens be ; Her loveliness I never knew Until she smiled on me . O then I saw her eye was bright , A well of love , a spring of light . But now her looks are coy and cold , To ...
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... and O ! The difference to me ! W. Wordsworth CLXXVIII I travell'd among unknown men In lands beyond the sea ; Nor , England ! did I know till then What love I bore to thee . ' Tis past , that melancholy dream ! Nor will 176 Book.
... and O ! The difference to me ! W. Wordsworth CLXXVIII I travell'd among unknown men In lands beyond the sea ; Nor , England ! did I know till then What love I bore to thee . ' Tis past , that melancholy dream ! Nor will 176 Book.
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... Wordsworth CLXXIX THE EDUCATION OF NATURE Three years she grew in sun and shower ; Then Nature said , ' A lovelier flower On earth was never sown : This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine , and I will make A lady of my own ...
... Wordsworth CLXXIX THE EDUCATION OF NATURE Three years she grew in sun and shower ; Then Nature said , ' A lovelier flower On earth was never sown : This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine , and I will make A lady of my own ...
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... Wordsworth CLXXX A slumber did my spirit seal ; I had no human fears : She seem'd a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years . No motion has she now , no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Roll'd round in earth's diurnal ...
... Wordsworth CLXXX A slumber did my spirit seal ; I had no human fears : She seem'd a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years . No motion has she now , no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Roll'd round in earth's diurnal ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Arethuse art thou beauty behold beneath birds blest bonnie bower breast breath bright Brignall brow cheek clouds County Guy dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream earth ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA eyes fair Fancy fear flowers frae FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE gentle glory golden golden slumbers green happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hills John Anderson kiss ladies leaves light live look'd Lord Lord Byron love's lover Lycidas lyre mind morn mountains Muse ne'er never night nonny numbers Nymph o'er P. B. Shelley pale passion pleasure poems Poetry Poets round Rule Britannia seem'd shade Shakespeare shore sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star stream sweet tears thee There's thine thou art thought tree Twas verse voice waly waly waves weep wild winds wings Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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Página 202 - Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men. Oh! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Página 113 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall 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 : 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 ! TO MERCY.
Página 25 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Página 139 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. 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 afield...
Página 251 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Página 195 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ; For the deck it was their field of fame, And ocean was their grave...
Página 140 - The 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...
Página 15 - 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.
Página 141 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Página 141 - 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.