Palgrave's Golden TreasuryJ.M. Dent & Company, 1908 - 551 pages |
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Contents BOOK FOURTH 174 She was a Phantom of Delight 180 A Slumber did my Spirit seal . PAGE 214 When I have borne in memory 230 . 135 The Sleeping Beauty 136 For ever , Fortune 137 The Merchant . · · 138 When Lovely Woman 139 Ye Banks ...
Contents BOOK FOURTH 174 She was a Phantom of Delight 180 A Slumber did my Spirit seal . PAGE 214 When I have borne in memory 230 . 135 The Sleeping Beauty 136 For ever , Fortune 137 The Merchant . · · 138 When Lovely Woman 139 Ye Banks ...
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... delight each May - morning : If these delights thy mind may move , Then live with me and be my Love . C. MARLOWE 5 VI A MADRIGAL Crabbed Age and Youth Cannot live together : Youth is full of pleasance , Age is full of care ; Youth like ...
... delight each May - morning : If these delights thy mind may move , Then live with me and be my Love . C. MARLOWE 5 VI A MADRIGAL Crabbed Age and Youth Cannot live together : Youth is full of pleasance , Age is full of care ; Youth like ...
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... delight , Her breasts are orbs of heavenly frame , Where Nature moulds the dew of light To feed perfection with the same : Heigh ho , would she were mine ! With orient pearl , with ruby red , With marble white , with sapphire blue Her ...
... delight , Her breasts are orbs of heavenly frame , Where Nature moulds the dew of light To feed perfection with the same : Heigh ho , would she were mine ! With orient pearl , with ruby red , With marble white , with sapphire blue Her ...
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... delight ; Which , at th ' appointed tide , Each one did make his bride Against their bridal day , which is not long : Sweet Thames ! run softly , till I end my song . E. SPENSER 39 40 The Happy Heart LIV THE HAPPY HEART Art thou.
... delight ; Which , at th ' appointed tide , Each one did make his bride Against their bridal day , which is not long : Sweet Thames ! run softly , till I end my song . E. SPENSER 39 40 The Happy Heart LIV THE HAPPY HEART Art thou.
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... delights , and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find , And think to burst out into sudden blaze , Comes the blind Fury with the abhorréd shears And slits the thin - spun life . But not the praise ' Phoebus ...
... delights , and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find , And think to burst out into sudden blaze , Comes the blind Fury with the abhorréd shears And slits the thin - spun life . But not the praise ' Phoebus ...
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auld Robin Gray beauty behold beneath birds blest bonnie bower breast breath bright Brignall brow cheek clouds County Guy dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream earth Euganean Hills eyes fair fear flowers frae gentle glory golden gone gray green happy hast hath Hazeldean hear heard heart heaven hills hour John Anderson Kirconnell kiss lady leaves light live look'd Lord LORD BYRON Love's Lycidas lyre maid mind morn mountains Muse ne'er never night Nymph o'er ODE TO DUTY Ozymandias P. B. SHELLEY pale pleasure round seem'd shade SHAKESPEARE shore 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 waly waly 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...