Palgrave's Golden TreasuryJ.M. Dent & Company, 1908 - 551 pages |
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Storage Undergraduate Library PR 1175 • P16 1908 FIRST EDITION REPRINTED April 1906 September 1906 ; May 1907 ; March 1908 1 Spring 2 Summons to Love 3 Time and Love.
Storage Undergraduate Library PR 1175 • P16 1908 FIRST EDITION REPRINTED April 1906 September 1906 ; May 1907 ; March 1908 1 Spring 2 Summons to Love 3 Time and Love.
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... Spring 2 Summons to Love 3 Time and Love 4 Since Brass , nor Stone 5 The Passionate Shepherd 6 A Madrigal 7 Under the Greenwood Tree 8 It was a Lover and his Lass 9 Present in Absence 10 Absence • 11 How like a Winter 12 A Consolation ...
... Spring 2 Summons to Love 3 Time and Love 4 Since Brass , nor Stone 5 The Passionate Shepherd 6 A Madrigal 7 Under the Greenwood Tree 8 It was a Lover and his Lass 9 Present in Absence 10 Absence • 11 How like a Winter 12 A Consolation ...
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... Spring 143 The Poplar Field 144 To a Field - Mouse 145 A Wish 146 To Evening · · · • 140 153 Duncan Gray 141 154 The Sailor's Wife · · • 141 155 Jean 142 156 John Anderson 146 157 The Land o ' the Leal 158 Eton College • • XV PAGE • 162 ...
... Spring 143 The Poplar Field 144 To a Field - Mouse 145 A Wish 146 To Evening · · · • 140 153 Duncan Gray 141 154 The Sailor's Wife · · • 141 155 Jean 142 156 John Anderson 146 157 The Land o ' the Leal 158 Eton College • • XV PAGE • 162 ...
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... SPRING Spring , the. xvi 212 London , MDCCCII 213 The Same 215 Hohenlinden 216 After Blenheim · 217 Pro Patria Mori 218 Burial of Sir John Moore 252 To a Lady with a Guitar 253 The Daffodils . 254 To the Daisy 232 255 Ode to Autumn PAGE ...
... SPRING Spring , the. xvi 212 London , MDCCCII 213 The Same 215 Hohenlinden 216 After Blenheim · 217 Pro Patria Mori 218 Burial of Sir John Moore 252 To a Lady with a Guitar 253 The Daffodils . 254 To the Daisy 232 255 Ode to Autumn PAGE ...
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THE GOLDEN TREASURY BOOK FIRST I SPRING Spring , the sweet Spring , is the year's pleasant king ; Then blooms each thing , then maids dance in a ring , Cold doth not sting , the pretty birds do sing , Cuckoo , jug - jug , pu - we , to ...
THE GOLDEN TREASURY BOOK FIRST I SPRING Spring , the sweet Spring , is the year's pleasant king ; Then blooms each thing , then maids dance in a ring , Cold doth not sting , the pretty birds do sing , Cuckoo , jug - jug , pu - we , to ...
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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...