The Golden Treasury: Selected from the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language and Arranged with Notes |
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... comes the mournful roar Of buffeting wind and surging tide Through many a room and corridor . -Full on their window the moon's ray Makes their chamber as bright as day . It shines upon the blank white walls , And on the snowy pillow ...
... comes the mournful roar Of buffeting wind and surging tide Through many a room and corridor . -Full on their window the moon's ray Makes their chamber as bright as day . It shines upon the blank white walls , And on the snowy pillow ...
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... come ; ' ithin an hour You'll vind ten maïdens to your mind , In Blackmwore by the Stour . ' An ' if you look'd ' ithin their door , To zee ' em in their pleäce , A - doèn housework up avore Their smilèn mother's feäce ; You'd cry ...
... come ; ' ithin an hour You'll vind ten maïdens to your mind , In Blackmwore by the Stour . ' An ' if you look'd ' ithin their door , To zee ' em in their pleäce , A - doèn housework up avore Their smilèn mother's feäce ; You'd cry ...
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... come ? Is there a word , or jest , or game , But time encrusteth round With sad associate thoughts the same ? And so to me my very name Assumes a mournful sound . My brother gave that name to me When we were children twain ; When names ...
... come ? Is there a word , or jest , or game , But time encrusteth round With sad associate thoughts the same ? And so to me my very name Assumes a mournful sound . My brother gave that name to me When we were children twain ; When names ...
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... children weeping , O my brothers , Ere the sorrow comes with years ? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers , - And that cannot stop their tears . The young lambs are bleating in the meadows ; The Second Series 13.
... children weeping , O my brothers , Ere the sorrow comes with years ? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers , - And that cannot stop their tears . The young lambs are bleating in the meadows ; The Second Series 13.
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... comes in our faces , - Till our hearts turn , our head , with pulses burning , And the walls turn in their places- Turns the sky in the high window blank and reeling— Turns the long light that droppeth down the wall— Turn the black ...
... comes in our faces , - Till our hearts turn , our head , with pulses burning , And the walls turn in their places- Turns the sky in the high window blank and reeling— Turns the long light that droppeth down the wall— Turn the black ...
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Page 193 - And bade me creep past. No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements...
Page 194 - SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! 10 And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
Page 86 - From the nations' airy navies grappling in the central blue; Far along the world-wide whisper of the south-wind rushing warm, With the standards of the peoples plunging thro' the thunderstorm; Till the war-drum throbb'd no longer, and the battle-flags were furl'd In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law.
Page 136 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd ; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well : Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred.
Page 115 - I wish that he were come to me, For he will come,' she said. 'Have I not prayed in Heaven? - on earth, Lord, Lord, has he not pray'd?
Page 31 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling ; And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel ; And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
Page 30 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.
Page 89 - Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range, Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
Page 57 - If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say ' I love her for her smile — her look — her way Of speaking gently, — for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and certes brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day...
Page 136 - Came through the jaws of Death Back from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred.