The New Golden Treasury of English VerseEdward Leeson Macmillan, 1980 - Всего страниц: 506 |
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... morning have I seen Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye , Kissing with golden face the meadows green ... morn did shine With all - triumphant splendour on my brow ; But , out alack , he was but one hour mine , The region ...
... morning have I seen Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye , Kissing with golden face the meadows green ... morn did shine With all - triumphant splendour on my brow ; But , out alack , he was but one hour mine , The region ...
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... morn , when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet - But hark ! - that heavy sound breaks in once more , As if the clouds its echo would repeat ; And nearer , clearer , deadlier than before ! Arm ! Arm ! it ...
... morn , when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet - But hark ! - that heavy sound breaks in once more , As if the clouds its echo would repeat ; And nearer , clearer , deadlier than before ! Arm ! Arm ! it ...
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... morning to the door . He is not here ; but far away The noise of life begins again , And ghastly through the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day . CALM is the morn without a sound , Calm as to suit a calmer grief ...
... morning to the door . He is not here ; but far away The noise of life begins again , And ghastly through the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day . CALM is the morn without a sound , Calm as to suit a calmer grief ...
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