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Palgrave's Golden Treasury of Songs and Lyrics. Book Third
Francis Turner Palgrave,J. H. Fowler
Sin vista previa disponible - 2017
Aeschylus alliteration ballad Bard beauty bonnie Book bright called century charm Collins comes Cowper dear death effect English epithet expression eyes fair feel flowers follows give given golden Gray Gray's Greek green hand happy hear heart hill hour Italy Jean John King land language Latin less light lines live look Lost lyric Mary means Milton mind morn native Nature never night o'er once original Paradise pleasure poem poetic poetry poets Pope probably Queen reader refers rest round secret seems seen sense shade Shakespeare sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound Spring stanza stream sweet tear tell thee There's thou thought Tovey trochaic verse voice wind wings writers written Yarrow youth
Página 48 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Página 55 - How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair.
Página 29 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round ; Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound : And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Página 98 - YE banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair; How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary, fu' o
Página 16 - It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak, She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Página 66 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend.
Página 42 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Página 33 - WEE, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie ! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi...
Página 50 - Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.