The Golden Treasury: Selected from the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language, and Arranged with NotesMacmillan, 1916 - 387 páginas |
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... heard in silence . If this Collection proves a store- house of delight to Labour and to Poverty , —if it teaches those indifferent to the Poets to love them , and those who love them to love them more , the aim and the desire ...
... heard in silence . If this Collection proves a store- house of delight to Labour and to Poverty , —if it teaches those indifferent to the Poets to love them , and those who love them to love them more , the aim and the desire ...
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... heard throughout the following pages : -wherever the Poets of England are honoured , wherever the dominant language of the world is spoken , it is hoped that they will find fit audience . 1861 Some poems , especially in Book I , have ...
... heard throughout the following pages : -wherever the Poets of England are honoured , wherever the dominant language of the world is spoken , it is hoped that they will find fit audience . 1861 Some poems , especially in Book I , have ...
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... peace through sea and land No war , or battle's sound Was heard the world around : The idle spear and shield were high uphung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstain'd with hostile blood ; The trumpet spake not to BOOK SECOND 57.
... peace through sea and land No war , or battle's sound Was heard the world around : The idle spear and shield were high uphung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstain'd with hostile blood ; The trumpet spake not to BOOK SECOND 57.
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... heard such sound Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's seat the airy region thrilling , Now was almost won To think her part was done , And that her reign had here its last fulfilling ; She knew such harmony alone Could hold all Heaven ...
... heard such sound Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's seat the airy region thrilling , Now was almost won To think her part was done , And that her reign had here its last fulfilling ; She knew such harmony alone Could hold all Heaven ...
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... heard , and loud lament ; From haunted spring and dale Edged with poplar pale The parting Genius is with sighing sent ; With flower - inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn . In consecrated earth And ...
... heard , and loud lament ; From haunted spring and dale Edged with poplar pale The parting Genius is with sighing sent ; With flower - inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn . In consecrated earth And ...
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Arethuse beauty beneath birds bonnie bower breast breath bright Brignall brow cheek clouds County Guy dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream earth Edited ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA eyes fair Fancy fear flowers frae gentle glory golden Gray green H. F. Lyte happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill John Anderson Kirconnell kiss leaves light live look'd Lord Lord Byron Love's Lycidas lyre mind morn mountains Muse ne'er never night numbers Nymph o'er P. B. Shelley pale passion Pindar pleasure poem Poetry poets rose round S. T. Coleridge seem'd shade Shakespeare sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit Spring star 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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Página 77 - 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.
Página 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.
Página 172 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. 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,...
Página 275 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains ? What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Página 76 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning, chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Página 281 - 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:...
Página 23 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Página 346 - Even more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Página 116 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Página 280 - 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.