Collins Albatross Book of VerseLouis Untermeyer Collins, 1960 - Всего страниц: 672 |
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... mother , make my bed soon , For I'm weary with hunting , and fain would lie down . " " What had you for dinner , Lord Randal , my son ? What had you for dinner , my handsome young man ? " — " I had eels boiled in broth ; mother , make ...
... mother , make my bed soon , For I'm weary with hunting , and fain would lie down . " " What had you for dinner , Lord Randal , my son ? What had you for dinner , my handsome young man ? " — " I had eels boiled in broth ; mother , make ...
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... mother , mother , make my bed , To lay me down in sorrow . My love has died for me to - day , I'll die for him to - morrow . " EDWARD , EDWARD " Why does your sword so drip with blood , Edward , Edward ? Why does your sword so drip with ...
... mother , mother , make my bed , To lay me down in sorrow . My love has died for me to - day , I'll die for him to - morrow . " EDWARD , EDWARD " Why does your sword so drip with blood , Edward , Edward ? Why does your sword so drip with ...
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... Mother ! Mother ! That waxen image , I think it was your son ! 66 ' Twas but a piece of maiden's foolishness , Never think more of it . I warrant that when she's a wife She'll have a better wit . " " Maybe , maybe , Mother . I pray you ...
... Mother ! Mother ! That waxen image , I think it was your son ! 66 ' Twas but a piece of maiden's foolishness , Never think more of it . I warrant that when she's a wife She'll have a better wit . " " Maybe , maybe , Mother . I pray you ...
Содержание
EARLY BALLADS | 25 |
EARLY SONGS | 60 |
THE FOURTEENTH TO SIXTEENTH CENTURIES | 79 |
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A. E. Housman Annabel Lee beauty birds blow breast breath bright Childe Harold's Pilgrimage Childe Maurice cloud dance dark dead dear death delight dost doth dream dust earth eternal eyes fair fear feet fire flowers give Glasgerion golden grass grave green hair hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven HOUNDS OF SPRING Israfel King kiss lady land leaves light lips live look Lord Lord Randal love's lover Lycidas moon morning never night nymph o'er pale poems praise rain Ralph Hodgson rose round shadow shining sigh silent sing Sir Patrick Spens sleep smile soft song sonnet soul sound spirit spring stars sweet T. S. Eliot tears tell thee thine things thou art thought tree twas verse voice W. B. Yeats weep wild wind wings youth