Palgrave's The Golden Treasury

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Herbert Bates
Longmans, Green, and Company, 1905 - English poetry - 459 pages
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Page 344 - given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon, The winds that will be howling at all hours And are up-gather'd now like sleeping flowers, For this, for every thing, we are out of tune; It moves us not,—Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled
Page 40 - YOUNG LOVE 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. W. Shakespeare
Page 20 - Love's not Time'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 217 - 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, oh, The difference to me! W. Wordsworth '^ (^~ I travell'd among
Page 113 - 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 120 - in the mead. Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequer'd shade; And young and old come forth to play On a sun-shine holyday, Till the live-long day-light
Page 244 - Ye Mariners of England That guard our native seas! Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze! Your glorious standard launch again And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long And the stormy winds do blow. The spirits of
Page 178 - his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! Let not ambition mock their useful toil,
Page 298 - I Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending; I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending;— I listen'd, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore Long after it was heard no more. W. Wordsworth
Page 131 - 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.

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