Palgrave's Golden Treasury: 1st seriesJ. M. Dent & Company, 1909 - 351 páginas |
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... Campaspe 15 52 Pack , Clouds , Away . 16 53 Prothalamion 17 54 The Happy Heart 18 56 Soul and Body . 19 58 The Lessons of Nature 60 The World's Way • 20 61 Saint John Baptist • 21 xiv PAGE 62 Ode on the Nativity • 45 90.
... Campaspe 15 52 Pack , Clouds , Away . 16 53 Prothalamion 17 54 The Happy Heart 18 56 Soul and Body . 19 58 The Lessons of Nature 60 The World's Way • 20 61 Saint John Baptist • 21 xiv PAGE 62 Ode on the Nativity • 45 90.
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... Happy Life 68 roo To Lucasta 73 The Noble Nature 68 101 Encouragements to a Lover 74 The Gifts of God 75 The Retreat 76 To Mr. Lawrence 77 To Cyriack Skinner 78 Hymn to Diana 79 Wishes for Supposed Mistress So The Great Adventurer 81 ...
... Happy Life 68 roo To Lucasta 73 The Noble Nature 68 101 Encouragements to a Lover 74 The Gifts of God 75 The Retreat 76 To Mr. Lawrence 77 To Cyriack Skinner 78 Hymn to Diana 79 Wishes for Supposed Mistress So The Great Adventurer 81 ...
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... Happy Insensibility • 206 169 All for Love • 187 192 Where shall the Lover rest · 207 170 The Outlaw • 187 193 La Belle Dame Sans Merci • 209 171 None of Beauty's Daughters • 189 194 The Rover . 4 210 172 Lines to an Indian Air • 190 ...
... Happy Insensibility • 206 169 All for Love • 187 192 Where shall the Lover rest · 207 170 The Outlaw • 187 193 La Belle Dame Sans Merci • 209 171 None of Beauty's Daughters • 189 194 The Rover . 4 210 172 Lines to an Indian Air • 190 ...
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... happy morn , That day , long - wished day Of all my life so dark , ( If cruel stars have not my ruin sworn And fates my hopes betray ) , Which , purely white , deserves An everlasting diamond should it mark . This is the morn should ...
... happy morn , That day , long - wished day Of all my life so dark , ( If cruel stars have not my ruin sworn And fates my hopes betray ) , Which , purely white , deserves An everlasting diamond should it mark . This is the morn should ...
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... happy you make those ; - So true a fool is love , that in your will Though you do anything , he thinks no ill . W. SHAKESPEARE XI How like a winter hath my absence been From Thee , the pleasure of the fleeting year ! What freezings have ...
... happy you make those ; - So true a fool is love , that in your will Though you do anything , he thinks no ill . W. SHAKESPEARE XI How like a winter hath my absence been From Thee , the pleasure of the fleeting year ! What freezings have ...
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ALEXANDER SELKIRK Alexander's Feast auld Robin Gray beauty behold beneath birds blest bonnie bower breast breath bright Brignall brow cheek clouds dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth Eton College Euganean Hills eyes fair Fancy Field-Mouse flowers frae gentle glory golden GRAY green happy hast hath hear heard heart Heaven hill Il Penseroso John Anderson Kirconnell kiss L'Allegro leaves light live look'd Lord LORD BYRON lover Lycidas lyre maid Mary mind morn mountains Muse ne'er never night Nymph o'er P. B. SHELLEY pale passion pleasure praise rose round seem'd shade SHAKESPEARE sigh sing sleep smile 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 weep wild winds wings WORDSWORTH Yarrow youth
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Página 79 - and live laborious days ; (That last infirmity of noble mind) 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. ' But not the praise ' « Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil,
Página 124 - in a robe of darkest grain Flowing with majestic train, And sable stole of cyprès lawn Over thy decent shoulders drawn : Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step, and musing gait, And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes : There, held in holy parssion still, Forget thyself to
Página 36 - Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke ; Care no more to clothe and eat ; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must Fear no more the lightning-flash Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone
Página 81 - And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The glowing violet, The white pink, and the pansy freak'd with jet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears : Bid
Página 237 - I can give not what men call love ; But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not : The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow ? cciv PB
Página 143 - blow«, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded Vessel goes : Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm : Regardless of the sweeping Whirlwind's sway, That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey. Reft of a. crown, he yet may share the feast : Close by the regal chair
Página 66 - and stones, Forget not : In thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piemontese, that roll'd Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moan« The vales redoubled to the hills, and they To Heaven. Their martyr'd blood and
Página 214 - CLXXX A slumber did my spirit seal ; I had no human fears : She seem'da thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Roll'd round in earth's diurnal course With rocks, and stones, and trees. W. WORDSWORTH
Página 210 - And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine ; A being breathing thoughtful breath, A traveller between life and death : The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill ; A perfect woman, nobly plann'd To warn, to comfort, and command ; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of an angel-light. W.
Página 81 - —And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth ! Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor ; So sink« the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head And tricks his