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" O June, O June, that we desired so, Wilt thou not make us happy on this day? Across the river thy soft breezes blow Sweet with the scent of beanfields far away. Above our heads rustle the aspens grey. Calm is the sky with harmless clouds beset. No thought... "
The earthly paradise, a poem - Сторінка 452
автори: William Morris - 1868
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Four Poets : Clough, Arnold, Rossetti, Morris

Stopford Augustus Brooke - 1913 - 330 стор.
...happy on this day ? Across the river thy soft breezes blow Sweet with the scent of beanfields far-away, Above our heads rustle the aspens grey, Calm is the...birds, And all thy thousand peaceful happy words. He who would drink deep of the milk and \ the earth, and honour and love the great he and know the...
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The White Wallet

Pamela Grey - 1928 - 272 стор.
...joy is of the Lord, And my running is towards Him, This is my excellent path. King Solomon. O JUNE, O June, that we desired so, Wilt thou not make us...birds, And all thy thousand, peaceful, happy words. William Morris. 'Tis well, 'tis well, in the lowest hell, And I laugh at the lick of the fire; The...
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Selected Poems

William Morris - 2002 - 160 стор.
...None noted aught their noiseless passing by, The world had quite forgotten it must die. June O June, O June, that we desired so, Wilt thou not make us...birds, And all thy thousand peaceful happy words. Fair was the morn to-day, the blossom's scent Floated across the fresh grass, and the bees With low...
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Selected Poems

William Morris - 2002 - 162 стор.
...quite forgotten it must die. June O June, O June, that we desired so, Wilt thou not make us happy ori this day? Across the river thy soft breezes blow Sweet...birds, And all thy thousand peaceful happy words. July Fair was the morn to-day, the blossom's scent Floated across the fresh grass, and the bees With...
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The London Quarterly Review, Том 31

William Lonsdale Watkinson, William Theophilus Davison - 1869 - 552 стор.
...our heads rustle the aspens grey, Calm is the sky with harmless clouds beset, No thought of stortn the morning vexes yet. " See, we have left our hopes...birds, And all thy thousand peaceful happy words." Literary Notices. 511 A verse or two from " Atalanta's Eace," part of the prayer offered by Milanion...
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