The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language |
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Nutzerbericht - PollyMoore3 - LibraryThingAn updated version including some more modern poems. Among many favourites, it includes Ben Jonson's “Hymn to Diana”, one of the most perfect lyrics in the English language (you can recite it to the moon, and I have been known to), and “It is not growing like a tree”. Vollständige Rezension lesen
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Nutzerbericht - chibitika - LibraryThingEnglish poetry from the 1500's through the 1800's. Dedicated to Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate of Great Britain and Ireland from 1850-1892. It has end notes with lots of extra information, an index of ... Vollständige Rezension lesen
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appear beauty beneath birds Book breath bright bring close clouds comes dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth eyes face fair fear feel fire flowers gentle give glory golden gone Gray green hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hill hope hour King land leaves less lies light live look Lord meet mind morn mountains Nature never night notes o'er once pain passion pleasure poem Poetry poets rest rose round seen shade Shakespeare sight sing sleep smile soft song soon sorrow soul sound spirit Spring star stream sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought tree true voice waves wild winds wings wish woods Wordsworth youth
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Seite 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.
Seite 306 - Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Seite 17 - 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...
Seite 304 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Seite 71 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Seite 202 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Seite 8 - 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...
Seite 93 - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Seite 205 - Stern Lawgiver ! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace ; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face : Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads ; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
Seite 257 - 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...
Bibliografische Informationen
| Titel | The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language Golden treasury series |
| Herausgeber | Francis Turner Palgrave |
| Zusammengestellt von | Francis Turner Palgrave |
| Ausgabe | Neuauflage |
| Verlag | Macmillan and Company, 1888 |
| Original von | Harvard University |
| Digitalisiert | 11. Sept. 2007 |
| Länge | 346 Seiten |
| Zitat exportieren | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |