The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language: Selected and Arranged with NotesMacmillan and Company, 1861 - Počet stran: 346 |
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Strana 14
... rest ; Then thou would'st melt the ice out of thy breast And thy relenting heart would kindly warm . O if thy pride did not our joys controul , What world of loving wonders should'st thou see ! For if I saw thee once transform'd in me ...
... rest ; Then thou would'st melt the ice out of thy breast And thy relenting heart would kindly warm . O if thy pride did not our joys controul , What world of loving wonders should'st thou see ! For if I saw thee once transform'd in me ...
Strana 17
... me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west , Which by and by black night doth take away , Death's second self , that seals up all in rest . C In me thou seest the glowing of such fire , First 17.
... me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west , Which by and by black night doth take away , Death's second self , that seals up all in rest . C In me thou seest the glowing of such fire , First 17.
Strana 34
... rest around To her redoubled that her undersong , Which said their bridal day should not be long : And gentle Echo from the neighbour ground Their accents did resound . So forth those joyous birds did pass along Adown the lee that to ...
... rest around To her redoubled that her undersong , Which said their bridal day should not be long : And gentle Echo from the neighbour ground Their accents did resound . So forth those joyous birds did pass along Adown the lee that to ...
Strana 35
... rest were goodly to be seen Two gentle knights of lovely face and feature , Beseeming well the bower of any queen , With gifts of wit and ornaments of nature Fit for so goodly stature , That like the twins of Jove they seem'd in sight ...
... rest were goodly to be seen Two gentle knights of lovely face and feature , Beseeming well the bower of any queen , With gifts of wit and ornaments of nature Fit for so goodly stature , That like the twins of Jove they seem'd in sight ...
Strana 38
... rest Well pleased with colour'd vellum , leaves of gold , Fair dangling ribbands , leaving what is best , On the great writer's sense ne'er taking hold ; Or if by chance we stay our minds on aught , It is some picture on the margin ...
... rest Well pleased with colour'd vellum , leaves of gold , Fair dangling ribbands , leaving what is best , On the great writer's sense ne'er taking hold ; Or if by chance we stay our minds on aught , It is some picture on the margin ...
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Strana 144 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Strana 117 - 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 Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! TO MERCY.
Strana 241 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee; Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream?
Strana 58 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Strana 143 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield...
Strana 199 - ONE word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it; One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother, And pity from thee more dear Than that from another. 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?
Strana 257 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Strana 301 - 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.
Strana 17 - In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourished by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong. To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
Strana 240 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not : Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower : Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view.