The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language

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Macmillan and Company, 1881 - English poetry - 332 pages
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Page 11 - But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest ; Nor shall death brag thou wanderest in his shade When in eternal lines to time thou growest. So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. W. Shakespeare
Page 16 - boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me them seest the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie As the deathbed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by : •—This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more
Page 14 - s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass .come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out ev'n to the edge of doom :— If this be error, and upon me proved, 1 never writ, nor no man ever loved. W. Shakespeare
Page 205 - Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free ; So didst thou travel on life's common way In cheerful godliness ; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay. W. Wordsworth ccxiv When I have borne in memory what has tamed Great nations ; how ennobling thoughts depart When men change swords for ledgers, and desert The student's
Page 173 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove ; A violet by a mossy stone Half-hidden from the eye ! —Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and O ! The difference to me ! W.
Page 87 - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew Ne'er to be found again. R. Herrick
Page 95 - But, O sad Virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower, Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek And made Hell grant what Love did seek Or call up him that left half-told The story of Cambuscan bold, Of
Page 25 - XLVI A SEA DIRGE Full fathom five thy father lies ; Of his bones are coral made ; Those are pearls that were his eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade. But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange ; Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark ! now I hear them,— Ding, dong, Bell. W. Shakespeare
Page 17 - the expense of many a vanish'd sight. Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before : —But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored, and sorrows end. W. Shakespeare

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