Anthology of the World's Best Poems, Том 3W. H. Wise, 1948 - Всего страниц: 3198 |
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... hour you sang The Lord's Nativity : the fair young gods , Scorched by your scorn and stricken by your rods , Were loved of Him who took the mortal pang . He knew their cliffs that shone , their wells that sprang , And all the wonder of ...
... hour you sang The Lord's Nativity : the fair young gods , Scorched by your scorn and stricken by your rods , Were loved of Him who took the mortal pang . He knew their cliffs that shone , their wells that sprang , And all the wonder of ...
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... hour , But where is County Guy ? The village maid steals through the shade , Her shepherd's suit to hear ; To beauty shy , by lattice high , Sings high - born Cavalier . The star of Love , all stars above , Now reigns o'er earth and sky ...
... hour , But where is County Guy ? The village maid steals through the shade , Her shepherd's suit to hear ; To beauty shy , by lattice high , Sings high - born Cavalier . The star of Love , all stars above , Now reigns o'er earth and sky ...
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... hour that I was born . I have heard the gray - haired friar tell , How on her death - bed she did say , That she should hear the castle - bell Strike twelve upon my wedding - day . O mother dear ! that thou wert here ! " " I would ...
... hour that I was born . I have heard the gray - haired friar tell , How on her death - bed she did say , That she should hear the castle - bell Strike twelve upon my wedding - day . O mother dear ! that thou wert here ! " " I would ...
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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