The World's Best Poetry ...John Vance Cheney, Sir Charles G. D. Roberts, Francis Hovey Stoddard, John Raymond Howard J. D. Morris, 1904 |
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... SENTIMENT : TIME . € 187 LIFE . 225 MEMORY · . 301 THOUGHT : POETRY : BOOKS . 322 THE ARTS . . 362 LABOR AND REST 387 • INDEX : AUTHORS AND TITLES € 445 · VI xxvii LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS . THOMAS MOORE · Frontispiece Photogravure from.
... SENTIMENT : TIME . € 187 LIFE . 225 MEMORY · . 301 THOUGHT : POETRY : BOOKS . 322 THE ARTS . . 362 LABOR AND REST 387 • INDEX : AUTHORS AND TITLES € 445 · VI xxvii LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS . THOMAS MOORE · Frontispiece Photogravure from.
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... labor of my thoughts : ' t is likeliest They had engaged their wandering steps too far , And envious darkness , ere they could return , Had stole them from me ; else , O thievish night , Why shouldst thou , but for some felonious end ...
... labor of my thoughts : ' t is likeliest They had engaged their wandering steps too far , And envious darkness , ere they could return , Had stole them from me ; else , O thievish night , Why shouldst thou , but for some felonious end ...
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... labor harsh , complained , lamenting man's estate . Thither continual pilgrims crowded still , From all the roads of earth that pass there by : For , as they chanced to breathe on neighboring hill , The freshness of this valley smote ...
... labor harsh , complained , lamenting man's estate . Thither continual pilgrims crowded still , From all the roads of earth that pass there by : For , as they chanced to breathe on neighboring hill , The freshness of this valley smote ...
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... , and visit pay , Now flattering base , now giving secret wounds ; Or prowl in courts of law for human prey , In venal senate thieve , or rob on broad highway . " No cocks , with me , to rustic labor MYTHICAL : LEGENDARY . 119.
... , and visit pay , Now flattering base , now giving secret wounds ; Or prowl in courts of law for human prey , In venal senate thieve , or rob on broad highway . " No cocks , with me , to rustic labor MYTHICAL : LEGENDARY . 119.
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... labor call , From village on to village sounding clear : To tardy swain no shrill - voiced matrons squall ; No dogs , no babes , no wives , to stun your ear ; No hammers thump ; no horrid blacksmith sear , Ne noisy tradesman your sweet ...
... labor call , From village on to village sounding clear : To tardy swain no shrill - voiced matrons squall ; No dogs , no babes , no wives , to stun your ear ; No hammers thump ; no horrid blacksmith sear , Ne noisy tradesman your sweet ...
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Сторінка 124 - See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more! Hither to work us weal; Without a breeze, without a tide, She steadies with upright keel!
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Сторінка 121 - The Sun now rose upon the right : Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners...
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