Anthology of the World's Best Poems, Том 3W. H. Wise, 1948 - Всего страниц: 3198 |
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Стр. 1079
... pain , The temperate affords me none : Either extreme , of love or hate , Is sweeter than a calm estate . Give me a storm , if it be love : Like Danaë in that golden shower , I'll swim in pleasure ; if it prove Disdain , that torrent ...
... pain , The temperate affords me none : Either extreme , of love or hate , Is sweeter than a calm estate . Give me a storm , if it be love : Like Danaë in that golden shower , I'll swim in pleasure ; if it prove Disdain , that torrent ...
Стр. 1177
... pain . ' Tis easy to deceive us , In pity of your pain ; But when we love , you leave us , To rail at you in vain . Before we have descried it , There is no bliss beside it ; But she , that once has tried it , Will never love again ...
... pain . ' Tis easy to deceive us , In pity of your pain ; But when we love , you leave us , To rail at you in vain . Before we have descried it , There is no bliss beside it ; But she , that once has tried it , Will never love again ...
Стр. 1586
... Pain , Sits beside the helm again . Other flowering isles must be In the sea of life and agony ; Other spirits float and flee O'er that gulf ; even now , perhaps , On some rock the wild wave wraps , With folded winds they waiting sit ...
... Pain , Sits beside the helm again . Other flowering isles must be In the sea of life and agony ; Other spirits float and flee O'er that gulf ; even now , perhaps , On some rock the wild wave wraps , With folded winds they waiting sit ...
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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