Anthology of the World's Best Poems, Том 3W. H. Wise, 1948 - Всего страниц: 3198 |
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... beneath the shade , For talking age and whispering lovers made ! How often have I blessed the coming day , When toil remitting lent its turn to play , And all the village train , from labor free , Led up their sports beneath the ...
... beneath the shade , For talking age and whispering lovers made ! How often have I blessed the coming day , When toil remitting lent its turn to play , And all the village train , from labor free , Led up their sports beneath the ...
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... Beneath this cloister wall : See through the hawthorn blows the cold wind , And drizzly rain doth fall . " " O stay me not , thou holy friar , O stay me not , I pray : No drizzly rain that falls on me Can wash my fault away . " " Yet ...
... Beneath this cloister wall : See through the hawthorn blows the cold wind , And drizzly rain doth fall . " " O stay me not , thou holy friar , O stay me not , I pray : No drizzly rain that falls on me Can wash my fault away . " " Yet ...
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... beneath the old oak - tree ! Nay , fairer yet ! and yet more fair ! For she belike hath drunken deep Of all the blessedness of sleep ! And while she spake , her looks , her air Such gentle thankfulness declare , That ( so it seemed ) ...
... beneath the old oak - tree ! Nay , fairer yet ! and yet more fair ! For she belike hath drunken deep Of all the blessedness of sleep ! And while she spake , her looks , her air Such gentle thankfulness declare , That ( so it seemed ) ...
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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