Anthology of the World's Best Poems, Том 3W. H. Wise, 1948 - Всего страниц: 3198 |
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Стр. 1249
... breath can make them , as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry , their country's pride , When once destroyed , can never be supplied . A time there was , ere England's griefs began , When every rood of ground maintained its man ...
... breath can make them , as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry , their country's pride , When once destroyed , can never be supplied . A time there was , ere England's griefs began , When every rood of ground maintained its man ...
Стр. 1277
... breath divine , Where , one by one , the living eyes of heaven Awake , quick kindling o'er the face of ether One boundless blaze ; ten thousand trembling fires , And dancing lustres , where the unsteady eye , Restless and dazzled ...
... breath divine , Where , one by one , the living eyes of heaven Awake , quick kindling o'er the face of ether One boundless blaze ; ten thousand trembling fires , And dancing lustres , where the unsteady eye , Restless and dazzled ...
Стр. 1544
... breath to forms which can outlive all flesh . I would recall a vision which I dreamed Perchance in sleep - for in itself a thought , A slumbering thought , is capable of years , And curdles a long life into one hour . I saw two beings ...
... breath to forms which can outlive all flesh . I would recall a vision which I dreamed Perchance in sleep - for in itself a thought , A slumbering thought , is capable of years , And curdles a long life into one hour . I saw two beings ...
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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