The Times Book of English VerseEdward Leeson Times Books, 2004 - Всего страниц: 703 |
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... clouds o'ertake me in my way , Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke ? ' Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break , To dry the rain on my storm - beaten face , For no man well of such a salve can speak That heals the wound ...
... clouds o'ertake me in my way , Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke ? ' Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break , To dry the rain on my storm - beaten face , For no man well of such a salve can speak That heals the wound ...
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... clouds , We questioned him again , and yet again ; But every word that from the peasant's lips Came in reply , translated by our feelings , Ended in this , that we had crossed the Alps . Imagination here the Power so called Through sad ...
... clouds , We questioned him again , and yet again ; But every word that from the peasant's lips Came in reply , translated by our feelings , Ended in this , that we had crossed the Alps . Imagination here the Power so called Through sad ...
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... clouds of evil days Had spent their malice , and the sullen rear Was with its stored thunder labouring up . One hand ... cloud on cloud . No stir of air was there , Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the ...
... clouds of evil days Had spent their malice , and the sullen rear Was with its stored thunder labouring up . One hand ... cloud on cloud . No stir of air was there , Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the ...
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