Palgrave's Golden TreasuryJ.M. Dent & Company, 1908 - 551 pages |
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... meet , old wives a - sunning sit , every street these tunes our ears do greet , Cuckoo , jug - jug , pu - we , to - witta - woo ! Spring ! the sweet Spring ! T NASH 11 SUMMONS TO LOVE Phoebus , arise ! And paint the sable skies With ...
... meet , old wives a - sunning sit , every street these tunes our ears do greet , Cuckoo , jug - jug , pu - we , to - witta - woo ! Spring ! the sweet Spring ! T NASH 11 SUMMONS TO LOVE Phoebus , arise ! And paint the sable skies With ...
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... meet , The basest weed outbraves his dignity : For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds ; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds . W. SHAKESPEARE XXXIII THE LOVER'S APPEAL And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay ! say nay ...
... meet , The basest weed outbraves his dignity : For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds ; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds . W. SHAKESPEARE XXXIII THE LOVER'S APPEAL And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay ! say nay ...
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... meet at any time again , Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain . Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath , When his pulse failing , passion speechless lies , When faith is kneeling by his bed ...
... meet at any time again , Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain . Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath , When his pulse failing , passion speechless lies , When faith is kneeling by his bed ...
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... meet , and by the fire Help waste a sullen day , what may be won From the hard season gaining ? Time will run On smoother , till Favonius re - inspire The frozen earth , and clothe in fresh attire The lily and rose , that neither sow'd ...
... meet , and by the fire Help waste a sullen day , what may be won From the hard season gaining ? Time will run On smoother , till Favonius re - inspire The frozen earth , and clothe in fresh attire The lily and rose , that neither sow'd ...
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... Meet you her , my Wishes , Bespeak her to my blisses , And be ye call'd , my absent kisses . I wish her beauty That owes not all its duty To gaudy tire , or glist'ring shoe - tie : Something more than Taffata or tissue can , Or rampant ...
... Meet you her , my Wishes , Bespeak her to my blisses , And be ye call'd , my absent kisses . I wish her beauty That owes not all its duty To gaudy tire , or glist'ring shoe - tie : Something more than Taffata or tissue can , Or rampant ...
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auld Robin Gray 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 Euganean Hills eyes fair fear flowers frae gentle glory golden gone gray green happy hast hath Hazeldean hear heard heart heaven hills hour John Anderson Kirconnell kiss lady leaves light live look'd Lord LORD BYRON Love's Lycidas lyre maid mind morn mountains Muse ne'er never night Nymph o'er ODE TO DUTY Ozymandias P. B. SHELLEY pale pleasure round seem'd shade SHAKESPEARE shore sigh sing sleep smiles soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star stream sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou art thought tree Twas voice waly waly waves weary weep wild winds wings WORDSWORTH Yarrow youth
Popular passages
Page 9 - 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...
Page 157 - Th' applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
Page 101 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and cranks and wanton wiles, Nods and becks and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go, On the light fantastic toe...
Page 13 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Page 335 - MY heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky : So was it when my life began, So is it now I am a man, So be it when I shall grow old Or let me die ! The Child is father of the Man : And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Page 321 - 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.
Page 340 - Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! Hence in a season of calm weather > Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Page 271 - 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...
Page 128 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Page 339 - 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...