The Golden Treasury: Selected from the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language and Arranged with Notes by Francis T. Palgrave...ed. Qith an Introduction and Further Notes by Allan Abbott...
Charles E. Merill Company, 1911 - English poetry - 545 pages
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antistrophe Arethuse beauty beneath birds bonnie bonnie Doon bower breast breath bright Brignall clouds County Guy dead dear death delight dost doth dream earth ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA eyes fair Fancy fear flowers frae FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE gentle glory golden Gray green H. F. Lyte happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill John Anderson kiss leaves light live look'd Lord Lord Byron Love's lover Lycidas lyre lyric Lyrical Poetry Milton mind morn mountains Muse ne'er never night numbers Nymph o'er P. B. Shelley pale passion Pindar pleasure poems poet poetry rose round seem'd shade Shakespeare sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song Sonnet sorrow soul sound spirit Spring star sweet tears thee There's thine things thou art thought tree Twas verse voice waves weep wild winds wings Wordsworth Yarrow youth
Page 161 - Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, • Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty. Colonel Lovelace
Page 86 - LOVE W. Shakespeare TELL me where is Fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engender'd in the eyes; With gazing fed; and Fancy dies In the cradle where it lies: Let us all ring Fancy's knell; I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell. — Ding, dong, bell.
Page 237 - WHEN lovely woman stoops to folly And finds too late that men betray, — What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover And wring his bosom, is — to die. 0. Goldsmith
Page 188 - steadfast, and demure, All in a robe of darkest grain Flowing with majestic train, And sable stole of Cipres lawn Over thy decent shoulders drawn: Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step, and musing gait, And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes: There, held in holy passion still,
Page 62 - MEMORY W. Shakespeare WHEN to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste; Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And weep afresh love's
Page 198 - A VISION I SAW Eternity the other night, Like a great ring of pure and endless light, All calm, as it was bright: — And round beneath it, Time, in hours, days, years, Driven by the spheres, Like a vast shadow moved; in which the World And all her train were hurl'd. CLI
Page 34 - 1 WHERE the bee sucks, there suck I: In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch, when owls do cry: On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough! Ill
Page 131 - oppressors great; Who God doth late and early pray More of His grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend; — This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; Lord of himself, though not of lands; And having nothing, yet hath all.
Page 366 - W. Wordsworth CCLXVIII PAST AND PRESENT I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon Nor brought too long a day; But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away.
Page 352 - Tis morn; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye Brave Who rush to glory, or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry! And