The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageMacmillan, 1889 - 405 sider |
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Side 14
... muse not , Nymphs , though I bemoan The absence of fair Rosaline , Since for a fair there's fairer none , Nor for her virtues so divine : Heigh ho , fair Rosaline ; Heigh ho , my heart ! would God that she were mine ! XVII T. Lodge B ...
... muse not , Nymphs , though I bemoan The absence of fair Rosaline , Since for a fair there's fairer none , Nor for her virtues so divine : Heigh ho , fair Rosaline ; Heigh ho , my heart ! would God that she were mine ! XVII T. Lodge B ...
Side 31
... muse that men forget themselves so far . To mark the choice they make , and how they change . How oft from Phoebus they do flee to Pan ; Unsettled still , like haggards wild they range , These gentle birds that fly from man to man ; Who ...
... muse that men forget themselves so far . To mark the choice they make , and how they change . How oft from Phoebus they do flee to Pan ; Unsettled still , like haggards wild they range , These gentle birds that fly from man to man ; Who ...
Side 35
... vouchsafe me but this loving thought ' Had my friend's muse grown with this growing age , A dearer birth than this his love had brought , To march in ranks of better equipage • But since he died , and poets better prove , Book First 35.
... vouchsafe me but this loving thought ' Had my friend's muse grown with this growing age , A dearer birth than this his love had brought , To march in ranks of better equipage • But since he died , and poets better prove , Book First 35.
Side 43
... Muse may sing To ages following , Upon the bridal day , which is not long : Sweet Thames ! run softly , till I end my song . From those high towers this noble lord issuing Like radiant Hesper , when his golden hair In th ' ocean billows ...
... Muse may sing To ages following , Upon the bridal day , which is not long : Sweet Thames ! run softly , till I end my song . From those high towers this noble lord issuing Like radiant Hesper , when his golden hair In th ' ocean billows ...
Side 50
... us to be , Forsook the courts of everlasting day , And chose with us a darksome house of mortal clay . Say , heavenly Muse , shall not thy sacred vein Afford a present to the Infant God ? Hast thou no verse , no hymn , or solemn.
... us to be , Forsook the courts of everlasting day , And chose with us a darksome house of mortal clay . Say , heavenly Muse , shall not thy sacred vein Afford a present to the Infant God ? Hast thou no verse , no hymn , or solemn.
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adieu Love Arethuse beauty behold beneath birds blest bonnie bower breast breath bright Brignall brow cheek chidden clouds County Guy dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream earth ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA eyes fair Fancy fear flowers frae gentle glory Gray green happy hast hath Hazeldean hear heard heart heaven Heigh hills Kirconnell kiss ladies leaves light live look'd Lord Lord Byron love's lover Lycidas lyre maid mind morn mountains Muse ne'er never night nonny Nymph o'er P. B. Shelley pale passion Pindar pleasure poems poet Poetry Rosaline rose round Rule Britannia seem'd shade Shakespeare shore sigh sight sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star stream sweet tears thee There's thine thou art thought tree voice waly waly waves weep wild winds wings Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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Side 22 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's •waste...
Side 174 - Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Side 76 - 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.
Side 21 - Tu-who, 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...
Side 353 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce. My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
Side 356 - THE world is too much with us: late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Side 6 - Under the Greenwood Tree Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i...
Side 66 - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. Who would not sing for Lycidas?
Side 91 - Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired ; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee ; How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous, sweet, and fair.
Side 192 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute. 0 Solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms Than reign in this horrible place.