Seven Centuries of Verse, English & American, from the Early English Lyrics to the Present Day, Том 1Arthur James Marshall Smith Scribner, 1967 - Всего страниц: 818 |
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... soon , For I'm wearied wi huntin , and fain wad lie down . " " An wha met ye there , Lord Randal , my son ? An wha met you there , my handsome young man ? " " O I met wi my true - love ; mother , mak my bed soon , For I'm wearied wi ...
... soon , For I'm wearied wi huntin , and fain wad lie down . " " An wha met ye there , Lord Randal , my son ? An wha met you there , my handsome young man ? " " O I met wi my true - love ; mother , mak my bed soon , For I'm wearied wi ...
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... soon To the corners of the moon . Mortals , that would follow me , Love Virtue ; she alone is free . She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime ; Or , if Virtue feeble were , Heaven itself would stoop to her . HOW SOON ...
... soon To the corners of the moon . Mortals , that would follow me , Love Virtue ; she alone is free . She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime ; Or , if Virtue feeble were , Heaven itself would stoop to her . HOW SOON ...
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... soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home , and rest , And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend , Soon , o'er thy sheltered nest . Thou'rt gone , the abyss of heaven 15 20 25 Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet ...
... soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home , and rest , And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend , Soon , o'er thy sheltered nest . Thou'rt gone , the abyss of heaven 15 20 25 Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet ...
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PART | 3 |
GEOFFREY CHAUCER 1340?1400 | 11 |
ENGLISH SCOTTISH POPULAR BALLADS | 53 |
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A. E. Housman beauty birds bless blood blow breast breath bright Clerk Saunders cloud dance dark dead dear death deep doth dream E. E. Cummings earth eternal eyes face fair fear fire flowers glory grace grave green hair hand hath head hear heard heart heaven John Barleycorn King kiss Lady of Shalott land leave light live look Lord Lord Randal Lycidas maid moon mordre morning never night nymph o'er pleasure Poems rose round shade shine sigh sight sing Sir Bedivere sleep snow song soul sound spirit spring stars sweet Sylphs T. S. Eliot tears tell Thalestris thee Theodore Roethke thine things thou art thou hast thought tree Twas voice W. H. Auden walk waves wild wind wings wonder woods