The Golden Treasury: Selected from the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language and Arranged with Notes |
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... lives and persistent powers of our two most eminent singers , whilst few of real promise have been cut off prematurely . Hence , also , despite this whole volume dedicated to a harvest of song more copious than even that famed ...
... lives and persistent powers of our two most eminent singers , whilst few of real promise have been cut off prematurely . Hence , also , despite this whole volume dedicated to a harvest of song more copious than even that famed ...
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... lives as glad as mine ? To make my hermit - home complete , I brought clear water from the spring Praised in its own low murmuring , — And cresses glossy wet . And so , I thought my likeness grew ( Without the melancholy tale ) To ...
... lives as glad as mine ? To make my hermit - home complete , I brought clear water from the spring Praised in its own low murmuring , — And cresses glossy wet . And so , I thought my likeness grew ( Without the melancholy tale ) To ...
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... live thro ' it , I fear . ' I walk'd with our kindly old doctor as far as the head of the stair , Then I return'd to the ward ; the child didn't see I was there . Never since I was nurse , had I been so grieved and so vext ! Emmie had ...
... live thro ' it , I fear . ' I walk'd with our kindly old doctor as far as the head of the stair , Then I return'd to the ward ; the child didn't see I was there . Never since I was nurse , had I been so grieved and so vext ! Emmie had ...
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... Live beside us , but alone ; Finding not , do all they can , Passage from their souls to man . Kindness we bestow , and praise , Laud their plumage , greet their lays ; Still , beneath their feather'd breast , Stirs a history unexpress ...
... Live beside us , but alone ; Finding not , do all they can , Passage from their souls to man . Kindness we bestow , and praise , Laud their plumage , greet their lays ; Still , beneath their feather'd breast , Stirs a history unexpress ...
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... lives there in the green- What were the world if it should lose their hue ? Even o'er the rough out - jutting stone that blocks The narrow way some cunning hand hath strewn The moss in rich adornment , and the rocks Down there seem ...
... lives there in the green- What were the world if it should lose their hue ? Even o'er the rough out - jutting stone that blocks The narrow way some cunning hand hath strewn The moss in rich adornment , and the rocks Down there seem ...
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A. H. Clough beauty beneath bird breast breath bright C. G. Rossetti cheek child dark dead dear death deep dream earth Emmie eyes F. T. PALGRAVE face fair flowers FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE glory golden gone grass grave gray green grief hair hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven Heir of Redclyffe hills hope kiss knew land leave light little birdie live Locksley Hall lone look look'd Lord Houghton Lord Tennyson never night o'er O'Shaughnessy once pain pass'd passion proputty Ravelston rest rose round seem'd shadow ship sigh silence sings Sirmio sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stirr'd stream summer sweet tears Tennyson-Turner thee Theocritus thine things thou thought thro Thyrsis turn'd voice vrom wave weary weep wild wind wonder words zome
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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.