Anthology of the World's Best Poems, Том 3W. H. Wise, 1948 - 3198 стор. |
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The Douglas turned him on his steed , And I wat a loud laughter leuch he : " Of a ' the fools I have ever met , Man , I ... turned him round about , And looked the tinkler in the face ; Where he beheld a lurking smile , And a deevil of a ...
The Douglas turned him on his steed , And I wat a loud laughter leuch he : " Of a ' the fools I have ever met , Man , I ... turned him round about , And looked the tinkler in the face ; Where he beheld a lurking smile , And a deevil of a ...
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... turned perforce away , And I saw a boat appear . The Pilot and the Pilot's boy , I heard them coming fast : Dear Lord in Heaven ! it was a joy The dead men could not blast . I saw a third - I heard his voice : It is the Hermit good ! He ...
... turned perforce away , And I saw a boat appear . The Pilot and the Pilot's boy , I heard them coming fast : Dear Lord in Heaven ! it was a joy The dead men could not blast . I saw a third - I heard his voice : It is the Hermit good ! He ...
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... turned round , And like a thing that sought relief , Full of wonder and full of grief , She rolled her large bright eyes divine Wildly on Sir Leoline . The maid , alas ! her thoughts are gone , She nothing sees - no sight but one ! The ...
... turned round , And like a thing that sought relief , Full of wonder and full of grief , She rolled her large bright eyes divine Wildly on Sir Leoline . The maid , alas ! her thoughts are gone , She nothing sees - no sight but one ! The ...
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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