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... of lightning , Blinde with the stroke , and crying here and there ; So calle I for
helpe , I note when nor where , The paine of my falle patiently bearing ; For
straighte after the blaze , as is no wonder , Of deadly noise hear I the fearful
thunder .
... of lightning , Blinde with the stroke , and crying here and there ; So calle I for
helpe , I note when nor where , The paine of my falle patiently bearing ; For
straighte after the blaze , as is no wonder , Of deadly noise hear I the fearful
thunder .
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... hear , Mould the soft speech , or swell the tuneful strain , And , conscious that
his humble vows were vain , Shut fond attention from his closed ear ; Who ,
piteous of himself , should timely part , Ere love had held long empire in his heart
!
... hear , Mould the soft speech , or swell the tuneful strain , And , conscious that
his humble vows were vain , Shut fond attention from his closed ear ; Who ,
piteous of himself , should timely part , Ere love had held long empire in his heart
!
Сторінка 147
... race to cheer , And new - born pleasure brings to happier men : The fields to all
their wonted tribute bear : To warm their little loves the birds complain : I fruitless
mourn to him that cannot hear , And weep the more , because I weep in vain .
... race to cheer , And new - born pleasure brings to happier men : The fields to all
their wonted tribute bear : To warm their little loves the birds complain : I fruitless
mourn to him that cannot hear , And weep the more , because I weep in vain .
Сторінка 204
... the miserable heart ) , The cold dew I shall wipe from my sad brow , And say ,
since hopes of bliss on earth are vain , “ Best friend , farewell , till we do meet
again ! ” ON REVISITING OXFORD . I never hear the sound of 204 W . L .
BOWLES .
... the miserable heart ) , The cold dew I shall wipe from my sad brow , And say ,
since hopes of bliss on earth are vain , “ Best friend , farewell , till we do meet
again ! ” ON REVISITING OXFORD . I never hear the sound of 204 W . L .
BOWLES .
Сторінка 242
... Or the clear water as it bubbling flows Is heard from flowery banks , surpassing
fair : There while I sit with pensive Love , and write Of her , who lost to earth , yet
lives on high , I pause , and listen if I hear aright From so far , an answer to my ...
... Or the clear water as it bubbling flows Is heard from flowery banks , surpassing
fair : There while I sit with pensive Love , and write Of her , who lost to earth , yet
lives on high , I pause , and listen if I hear aright From so far , an answer to my ...
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Сторінка 61 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Сторінка 58 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
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