Palgrave's Golden TreasuryJ.M. Dent & Company, 1908 - 551 pages |
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... never know for certain , but in his dedication to the late poet laureate , and in his introduction too , Mr. Palgrave has told us with a fine sincerity how deeply he was indebted to Tennyson for his " advice and assistance ; " and in ...
... never know for certain , but in his dedication to the late poet laureate , and in his introduction too , Mr. Palgrave has told us with a fine sincerity how deeply he was indebted to Tennyson for his " advice and assistance ; " and in ...
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... never say that I was false of heart , Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify : As easy might I from myself depart As from my soul , which in thy breast doth lie ; That is my home of love ; if I have ranged , Like him that travels , I ...
... never say that I was false of heart , Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify : As easy might I from myself depart As from my soul , which in thy breast doth lie ; That is my home of love ; if I have ranged , Like him that travels , I ...
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... never can be old , For as you were when first your eye I eyed Such seems your beauty still . Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers ' pride ; Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the ...
... never can be old , For as you were when first your eye I eyed Such seems your beauty still . Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers ' pride ; Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the ...
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... never meant amiss- Forget not yet ! Forget not then thine own approved The which so long hath thee so loved , Whose steadfast faith yet never moved― Forget not this ! SIR T. WYAT XXII TO AURORA O if thou knew'st how thou thyself dost ...
... never meant amiss- Forget not yet ! Forget not then thine own approved The which so long hath thee so loved , Whose steadfast faith yet never moved― Forget not this ! SIR T. WYAT XXII TO AURORA O if thou knew'st how thou thyself dost ...
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... never writ , nor no man ever loved . W. SHAKESPEARE XXIV A DITTY My true - love hath my heart , and I have his , By just exchange one for another given : I hold his dear , and mine he cannot miss , There never was a better bargain ...
... never writ , nor no man ever loved . W. SHAKESPEARE XXIV A DITTY My true - love hath my heart , and I have his , By just exchange one for another given : I hold his dear , and mine he cannot miss , There never was a better bargain ...
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auld Robin Gray beauty behold beneath birds blest bonnie bosom bower breast breath bright Brignall brow cheek clouds County Guy dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream earth Eton College Euganean Hills eyes fair Fancy flowers frae gentle glory golden gone gray green happy hast hath Hazeldean hear heard heart heaven hill Il Penseroso kiss lady leaves light live look'd Lord LORD BYRON Lycidas lyre maid Mary Mermaid Tavern mind morn mountains ne'er never night o'er Ode to Duty Ozymandias P. B. SHELLEY pale passions pleasure Realm of Fancy round Ruth seem'd shade 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 waves weary weep wild winds wings WORDSWORTH Yarrow youth
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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...