Palgrave's Golden Treasury of Songs and Lyrics ...Macmillan and Company, Limited, 1896 |
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Strana 3
... earth began : The winds , with wonder whist , Smoothly the waters kist 65 Whispering new joys to the mild Oceán- Who now hath quite forgot to rave , While birds of calm sit brooding on the charméd wave . The stars , with deep amaze ...
... earth began : The winds , with wonder whist , Smoothly the waters kist 65 Whispering new joys to the mild Oceán- Who now hath quite forgot to rave , While birds of calm sit brooding on the charméd wave . The stars , with deep amaze ...
Strana 4
... She knew such harmony alone Could hold all heaven and earth in happier union . At last surrounds their sight A globe of circular light 105 110 That with long beams the shamefaced night array'd ; The 4 THE GOLDEN TREASURY .
... She knew such harmony alone Could hold all heaven and earth in happier union . At last surrounds their sight A globe of circular light 105 110 That with long beams the shamefaced night array'd ; The 4 THE GOLDEN TREASURY .
Strana 6
... Earth aghast With terrour of that blast Shall from the surface to the centre shake , When , at the world's last sessión , 160 The dreadful Judge in middle air shall spread His throne . And then at last our bliss Full and perfect is ...
... Earth aghast With terrour of that blast Shall from the surface to the centre shake , When , at the world's last sessión , 160 The dreadful Judge in middle air shall spread His throne . And then at last our bliss Full and perfect is ...
Strana 7
... earth And on the holy hearth 190 The Lars and Lemurés moan with midnight plaint ; In urns , and altars round A drear and dying sound Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint ; And the chill marble seems to sweat , 195 While each ...
... earth And on the holy hearth 190 The Lars and Lemurés moan with midnight plaint ; In urns , and altars round A drear and dying sound Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint ; And the chill marble seems to sweat , 195 While each ...
Strana 11
... Earth for heaven ! Grand Chorus . As from the power of sacred lays The spheres began to move , And sung the great Creator's praise To all the blest above ; So when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour , The ...
... Earth for heaven ! Grand Chorus . As from the power of sacred lays The spheres began to move , And sung the great Creator's praise To all the blest above ; So when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour , The ...
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Palgrave's Golden Treasury of Songs and Lyrics, Svazek 2 Francis Turner Palgrave Úplné zobrazení - 1904 |
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Abbott adjective adverb Agon allusion angels applied beauty Ben Jonson bright called Chaucer Church clause cognate colour comp Comus Cromwell dark dative dead death denotes doth Dryden earth Elizabethan English epithet expressed eyes fair flowers goddess golden Greek harmony hath heart heaven heavenly hence honour Hymn Nat Il Pens Il Penseroso Jonson King L'Alleg L'Allegro Latin light Lost lubber fiend Lycidas lyre lyric Masson meaning Melancholy Milton Moloch morning Muse nature night note on L'Alleg noun oracles original Osiris past participle past tense pastoral Pens Penseroso phrase plural poem poet poet's poetry prefix preposition pronoun radically reference rhymes Robin Goodfellow Romans sacred says sense Shakespeare shepherds sing song sonnet soul sound speaks Spenser spheres spirit stanza star sung sweet Thammuz thee thou thought verb verse Virgil's wanton wind word Wordsworth zeugma
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Strana 80 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Strana 25 - My true account, lest he returning chide; ' Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?' I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies, ' God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best.
Strana 17 - For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock by fountain, shade, and rill.
Strana 16 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
Strana 87 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure : Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure, Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain!
Strana 73 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade, And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday...
Strana 74 - In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp and feast and revelry, With mask and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. 130 Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild.
Strana 71 - HENCE, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy! Find out some uncouth cell Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings And the night-raven sings ; There under ebon shades, and low-brow'd rocks As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Strana 78 - Or let my lamp, at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft out-watch the Bear, With thrice great Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato to unfold What worlds, or what vast regions hold The immortal mind, that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook...
Strana 77 - But first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation ; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song, In her sweetest saddest plight.