Anthology of the World's Best Poems, Том 3W. H. Wise, 1948 - 3198 стор. |
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... sing by rote , Fancying that that harmed me : Yet when this thought doth come- Love is the perfect sum Of all delight . I have no other choice Either for pen or voice To sing or write . O Love , they wrong thee much That say thy 1083 ...
... sing by rote , Fancying that that harmed me : Yet when this thought doth come- Love is the perfect sum Of all delight . I have no other choice Either for pen or voice To sing or write . O Love , they wrong thee much That say thy 1083 ...
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... sing in endless morn of light ! L'Allegro ENCE , loathed Melancholy , Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born , In Stygian cave forlorn , ' Mongst horrid shapes , and shrieks and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell , Where ...
... sing in endless morn of light ! L'Allegro ENCE , loathed Melancholy , Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born , In Stygian cave forlorn , ' Mongst horrid shapes , and shrieks and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell , Where ...
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... SING unto my roundelay , O drop the briny tear with me ; Dance no more at holyday , Like a running river be : My love is dead , Gone to his death - bed All under the willow - tree . 2 Black his cryne ' as the winter night , White his ...
... SING unto my roundelay , O drop the briny tear with me ; Dance no more at holyday , Like a running river be : My love is dead , Gone to his death - bed All under the willow - tree . 2 Black his cryne ' as the winter night , White his ...
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angel arms auld beauty beneath bird breath bright child clouds cold dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth ENGLAND eyes face fair fall fame fear fire flowers give gone grace grave green hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven hill hope hour lady land leaves light lines live look Lord loud mind moon morn move nature never night o'er once pain pass pleasure poem poet poetry poor pride rest rise rose round seemed shade silent sing sleep smile song soon soul sound spirit spring star stood strange sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought Till turned twas verse voice waves wild wind wings woods young youth