Anthology of the World's Best Poems, Том 3W. H. Wise, 1948 - Всего страниц: 3198 |
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... deep , and ratify his doom . Edward , lo ! to sudden fate ( Weave we the woof . The thread is spun ) Half of thy heart we consecrate . ( The web is wove . The work is done . ) From " The Progress of Poesy " A PINDARIC ODE that wave o'er ...
... deep , and ratify his doom . Edward , lo ! to sudden fate ( Weave we the woof . The thread is spun ) Half of thy heart we consecrate . ( The web is wove . The work is done . ) From " The Progress of Poesy " A PINDARIC ODE that wave o'er ...
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... deep To point our path , and light us to our home . How soft they slide along their lucid spheres ! And , silent as the foot of time , fulfil Their destined course ! Nature's self is hushed , And , but a scattered leaf , which rustles ...
... deep To point our path , and light us to our home . How soft they slide along their lucid spheres ! And , silent as the foot of time , fulfil Their destined course ! Nature's self is hushed , And , but a scattered leaf , which rustles ...
Стр. 1371
... deep ! The river glideth at his own sweet will : Dear God ! the very houses seem asleep ; And all that mighty heart is lying still ! T To Toussaint l'Ouverture OUSSAINT ! the most unhappy man of men ! Whether the whistling rustic tend ...
... deep ! The river glideth at his own sweet will : Dear God ! the very houses seem asleep ; And all that mighty heart is lying still ! T To Toussaint l'Ouverture OUSSAINT ! the most unhappy man of men ! Whether the whistling rustic tend ...
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