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Auld Robin Gray BALLAD bells bird Boddington bonnie bowers breast breath bright burning Busk cheek Christe receive thy Clerk Saunders cold CoLERIDGE dance dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth Edom Eugene Aram eyes fair fairy flowers frae Glen grave green hair hand happy hath hear heart heaven hour kiss'd lady Lady Anne Lindsay lay a-thinking leaves LEIGH HUNT light live look'd Lord Lord Randal loud lover Martinmas melancholy merry mither morning mountain ne'er never Nevermore night o'er pale Quoth the raven receive thy saule Richard Lovelace river rose round sall seem'd sigh sing sleep smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul stars sweet tears thee thine thou thought turn'd Twas unto verses violets waly wave weary weep wild WILLIAM ALLINGHAM WILLIAM BLAKE wind wings WoRDsworth Yarrow
105 ページ - Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For eve^r and for ever when I move. \j^ How dull it is to pause, to make an end, $> To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho
143 ページ - Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?
39 ページ - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER 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 ! I remember, I remember...
85 ページ - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...
142 ページ - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
160 ページ - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
63 ページ - GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting; The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best, which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry: For having lost but once your prime, You may...
25 ページ - Her mantle laps Over my lady's wrist too much,' or 'Paint Must never hope to reproduce the faint Half-flush that dies along her throat.