The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageMacmillan, 1890 - 346 strán (strany) |
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Strana 31
... spirit , that lightly did delay Hot Titan's beams , which then did glister fair ; When I , ( whom sullen care , Through discontent of my long fruitless stay In princes ' court , and expectation vain Of idle hopes , which still do fly ...
... spirit , that lightly did delay Hot Titan's beams , which then did glister fair ; When I , ( whom sullen care , Through discontent of my long fruitless stay In princes ' court , and expectation vain Of idle hopes , which still do fly ...
Strana 51
... spirits come . What field of all the civil war Where his were not the deepest scar ? And Hampton shows what part He had of wiser art , Where , twining subtle fears with hope , He wove a net of such a scope That Charles himself might ...
... spirits come . What field of all the civil war Where his were not the deepest scar ? And Hampton shows what part He had of wiser art , Where , twining subtle fears with hope , He wove a net of such a scope That Charles himself might ...
Strana 53
... spirits of the shady night , The same arts that did gain A power , must it maintain . LXVI LYCIDAS A. Marvell Elegy on a Friend drowned in the Irish Channel Yet once more , O ye laurels , and once more Ye myrtles brown , with ivy never ...
... spirits of the shady night , The same arts that did gain A power , must it maintain . LXVI LYCIDAS A. Marvell Elegy on a Friend drowned in the Irish Channel Yet once more , O ye laurels , and once more Ye myrtles brown , with ivy never ...
Strana 55
... spirit doth raise ( That last infirmity of noble mind ) To scorn delights , and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find , And think to burst out into sudden blaze , Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears ...
... spirit doth raise ( That last infirmity of noble mind ) To scorn delights , and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find , And think to burst out into sudden blaze , Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears ...
Strana 64
... spirit sees That shady City of Palm trees ! But ah ! my soul with too much stay Is drunk , and staggers in the way : - Some men a forward motion love , But I by backward steps would move ; And when this dust falls to the urn , In that ...
... spirit sees That shady City of Palm trees ! But ah ! my soul with too much stay Is drunk , and staggers in the way : - Some men a forward motion love , But I by backward steps would move ; And when this dust falls to the urn , In that ...
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Arethuse art thou beauty behold beneath birds blest bonnie bower breast breath bright Brignall brow cheek clouds County Guy dark dead dear death delight dost doth dream earth ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA eyes fair Fancy fear flowers frae gentle glory golden golden slumbers Gray green happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill hour John Anderson Kirconnell kiss ladies leaves light live look'd Lord Lord Byron love's lover Lycidas lyre Milton mind morn mountains Muse ne'er never night Nymph o'er P. B. Shelley pale passion Pindar pleasure poem Poetry poets round Rule Britannia seem'd shade Shakespeare shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star stream sweet tears thee There's thine thou art thought tree Twas voice waly waly waves weary weep white-thorn wild winds wings Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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Strana 142 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Strana 296 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Strana 302 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Strana 141 - 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 a-field ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke.
Strana 299 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised...
Strana 237 - Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? We look before and after, And pine for what is not ; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught ; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought Yet if we could scorn' Hate, and pride, and fear ; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
Strana 15 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Strana 141 - Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?
Strana 283 - mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean, Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height The locks of the approaching storm.
Strana 143 - 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.