Anthology of the World's Best Poems, Том 3W. H. Wise, 1948 - Всего страниц: 3198 |
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THE BEGINNING OF THE BATTLE OF THE ANGELS Book VI Now went forth the morn , Such as in highest Heaven , arrayed in ... angel war , And in fierce hosting meet , who wont to meet So oft in festivals of joy and love Unanimous , as sons of ...
THE BEGINNING OF THE BATTLE OF THE ANGELS Book VI Now went forth the morn , Such as in highest Heaven , arrayed in ... angel war , And in fierce hosting meet , who wont to meet So oft in festivals of joy and love Unanimous , as sons of ...
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... angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there . TH The Lapse of Time FROM " NIGHT THOUGHTS " HE bell strikes one . We take no note of time But from its loss ; to give it then a tongue Is wise in ...
... angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there . TH The Lapse of Time FROM " NIGHT THOUGHTS " HE bell strikes one . We take no note of time But from its loss ; to give it then a tongue Is wise in ...
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... Angel . Abou spoke more low , But cheerly still , and said , " I pray thee , then , Write me as one that loves his fellow - men . " The Angel wrote , and vanished . The next night It came again with a great wakening light , And showed ...
... Angel . Abou spoke more low , But cheerly still , and said , " I pray thee , then , Write me as one that loves his fellow - men . " The Angel wrote , and vanished . The next night It came again with a great wakening light , And showed ...
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angel arms auld beauty beneath bird breath bright child clouds cold dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth ENGLAND eyes face fair fall fame fear fire flowers give gone grace grave green hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven hill hope hour lady land leaves light lines live look Lord loud mind moon morn move nature never night o'er once pain pass pleasure poem poet poetry poor pride rest rise rose round seemed shade silent sing sleep smile song soon soul sound spirit spring star stood strange sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought Till turned twas verse voice waves wild wind wings woods young youth