The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageMacmillan, 1924 - 483 Seiten |
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... sense did fragrant odours yield , 75 All which upon those goodly birds they threw And all the waves did strew , That like old Peneus ' waters they did seem When down along by pleasant Tempe's shore Scatter'd with flowers , through ...
... sense did fragrant odours yield , 75 All which upon those goodly birds they threw And all the waves did strew , That like old Peneus ' waters they did seem When down along by pleasant Tempe's shore Scatter'd with flowers , through ...
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... sense ne'er taking hold ; Or if by chance we stay our minds on aught , It is some picture on the margin wrought . W. DRUMMOND . 59 11 Doth then the world go thus , doth all thus move ? Is this the justice which on Earth we find ? Is ...
... sense ne'er taking hold ; Or if by chance we stay our minds on aught , It is some picture on the margin wrought . W. DRUMMOND . 59 11 Doth then the world go thus , doth all thus move ? Is this the justice which on Earth we find ? Is ...
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... shadows of eternity ; Before I taught my tongue to wound My conscience with a sinful sound , Or had the black art to dispense A several sin to every sense , 5 10 15 But felt through all this fleshly dress Bright shoots of 133 D HERBERT 65.
... shadows of eternity ; Before I taught my tongue to wound My conscience with a sinful sound , Or had the black art to dispense A several sin to every sense , 5 10 15 But felt through all this fleshly dress Bright shoots of 133 D HERBERT 65.
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... the sunbeams , Or likest hovering dreams The fickle pensioners of Morpheus ' train . But hail , thou goddess sage and holy , Hail , divinest Melancholy ! 10 Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense 98 MILTON.
... the sunbeams , Or likest hovering dreams The fickle pensioners of Morpheus ' train . But hail , thou goddess sage and holy , Hail , divinest Melancholy ! 10 Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense 98 MILTON.
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Francis Turner Palgrave. Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight , And therefore to our weaker view O'erlaid with black , staid Wisdom's hue ; Black , but such as in esteem 15 Prince Memnon's sister might ...
Francis Turner Palgrave. Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight , And therefore to our weaker view O'erlaid with black , staid Wisdom's hue ; Black , but such as in esteem 15 Prince Memnon's sister might ...
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Seite 250 - 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.
Seite 179 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me!
Seite 249 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
Seite 64 - 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.
Seite 211 - 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. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Seite 145 - 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.
Seite 181 - Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the storm Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy. 'The stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Seite 366 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Seite 18 - That time of year thou mayst 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 see'st 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. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed, whereon it must expire, Consumed with that...
Seite 178 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.