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... thee , Youth , I do adore thee ; O , my Love , my Love is young ! Age , I do defy thee- O , sweet shepherd , ' hie thee , For methinks thou stay'st too long . WINTER From LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE HEN icicles hang 12 ...
... thee , Youth , I do adore thee ; O , my Love , my Love is young ! Age , I do defy thee- O , sweet shepherd , ' hie thee , For methinks thou stay'st too long . WINTER From LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE HEN icicles hang 12 ...
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... thee ; King Pandion , he is dead , All thy friends are lapp'd in lead : All thy fellow birds do sing Careless of thy sorrowing : Even so , poor bird , like thee None alive will pity me . QUEEN MAB'S VISIT TO PIGWIGGEN From NYMPHIDIA ...
... thee ; King Pandion , he is dead , All thy friends are lapp'd in lead : All thy fellow birds do sing Careless of thy sorrowing : Even so , poor bird , like thee None alive will pity me . QUEEN MAB'S VISIT TO PIGWIGGEN From NYMPHIDIA ...
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... song therefore Praise I give , O Lord ! to Thee ; Grant that this my free oblation May have gracious acceptation , And that I may well employ Everything which I enjoy . $ A CHRISTMAS CAROL GEORGE WITHER O now is come 41.
... song therefore Praise I give , O Lord ! to Thee ; Grant that this my free oblation May have gracious acceptation , And that I may well employ Everything which I enjoy . $ A CHRISTMAS CAROL GEORGE WITHER O now is come 41.
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... sweet array ; Next enters June , and brings us more Gems , than those two , that went before : Then , lastly , July comes , and she More wealth brings in , than all those three . A BALLAD UPON A WEDDING SIR JOHN SUCKLING TELL thee.
... sweet array ; Next enters June , and brings us more Gems , than those two , that went before : Then , lastly , July comes , and she More wealth brings in , than all those three . A BALLAD UPON A WEDDING SIR JOHN SUCKLING TELL thee.
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... thee , Dick , where I have been , Where I the rarest things have seen ; O , things without compare ! Such sights again cannot be found In any place on English ground , Be it at wake or fair . At Charing - cross , hard by the way , Where ...
... thee , Dick , where I have been , Where I the rarest things have seen ; O , things without compare ! Such sights again cannot be found In any place on English ground , Be it at wake or fair . At Charing - cross , hard by the way , Where ...
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Allen-a-Dale baby Bell beneath bird bloom blow blue Bob-o'-link bold bonnie bough brave bright Charlie charming Chloe chee child County Guy darling dear earth eyes fair flowers Glenara Glenlogie golden gray green hair hath hear heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Highlands hill Inchcape Inchcape Rock John JOHN KEATS kiss ladies gay Lamb laugh leaves light Lord Lovel LORD TENNYSON loud merry moon morning mother mountain Neckan nest never night Nokomis o'er Peggy pipe quoth ROBERT BURNS Robin rode Rory rose round SAMUEL LOVER SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE Scottish cavalier shine sings SIR WALTER SCOTT sits sleep smile song sound Spink squirrel steed summer sweet tear thee thing THOMAS CAMPBELL thou tree twas voice waves weep wild WILLIAM WILLIAM BLAKE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings woods young
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Page 60 - What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Page 177 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Page 265 - And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, " They are gone." The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
Page 75 - TOLL for the brave ! The brave that are no more ! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land-breeze shook the shrouds, And she was over-set ; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.
Page 158 - Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills. Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The Spirit he loves remains; And I all the while bask in Heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
Page 279 - Forward, the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade...
Page 159 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when, with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air...
Page 5 - O ! then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Page 72 - There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school; A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew ; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Page 252 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.