The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageMacmillan, 1880 - 332 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 64
... 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 state I came , return . H. Vaughan ...
... 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 state I came , return . H. Vaughan ...
الصفحة 78
... see : And having none , yet I will keep A heart to weep for thee . Bid me despair , and I'll despair , Under that cypress tree : Or bid me die , and I will dare E'en Death , to die for thee . Thou art my life , my love , my heart 78 Book.
... see : And having none , yet I will keep A heart to weep for thee . Bid me despair , and I'll despair , Under that cypress tree : Or bid me die , and I will dare E'en Death , to die for thee . Thou art my life , my love , my heart 78 Book.
الصفحة 85
... burn - side Where I and my Love wont to gae I leant my back unto an aik , I thought it was a trusty tree ; But first it bow'd , and syne it brak , Sae my true Love did lichtly me . ! O waly waly , but love be bonny A little Second 85.
... burn - side Where I and my Love wont to gae I leant my back unto an aik , I thought it was a trusty tree ; But first it bow'd , and syne it brak , Sae my true Love did lichtly me . ! O waly waly , but love be bonny A little Second 85.
الصفحة 86
... tree ? O gentle Death , when wilt thou come ? For of my life I am wearie . ' Tis not the frost , that freezes fell , Nor blawing snaw's inclemencie ; ' Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry , But my Love's heart grown cauld to me . When ...
... tree ? O gentle Death , when wilt thou come ? For of my life I am wearie . ' Tis not the frost , that freezes fell , Nor blawing snaw's inclemencie ; ' Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry , But my Love's heart grown cauld to me . When ...
الصفحة 88
... . ' Mony a one for him makes mane , But nane sall ken where he is gane ; O'er his white banes , when they are bare , The wind sall blaw for evermair . ' Anon . CIX TO BLOSSOMS Fair pledges of a fruitful tree , 88 Book.
... . ' Mony a one for him makes mane , But nane sall ken where he is gane ; O'er his white banes , when they are bare , The wind sall blaw for evermair . ' Anon . CIX TO BLOSSOMS Fair pledges of a fruitful tree , 88 Book.
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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 deep delight dost doth dream earth ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA eyes fair Fancy fear flowers frae gentle glory golden green greenwood tree happy hast hath Hazeldean hear heard heart heaven hills John Anderson 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 Nymph o'er P. B. Shelley pale passion Pindar pleasure poems Poetry Poets Rosaline rose round Rule Britannia seem'd shade Shakespeare shore sigh 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 weep wild winds wings Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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الصفحة 302 - 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.
الصفحة 306 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
الصفحة 61 - 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?
الصفحة 55 - Neaera's hair ? Fame is the spur that the clear 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, And slits the thin-spun life.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 143 - 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 afield! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys and destiny obscure; Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple...
الصفحة 302 - Ye blessed creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss I feel — I 'feel it all. Oh, evil day ! if I were sullen While earth herself is adorning This sweet May-morning, And the children are culling On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide. Fresh flowers ; while the sun shines warm, And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm...
الصفحة 145 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown; Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth And melancholy mark'd him for her own.
الصفحة 302 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief; A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep — No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday — Thou child of joy, Shout round me, let me...
الصفحة 148 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I : And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry : Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun ; And I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o