The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageOxford University Press, 1921 - Всего страниц: 496 |
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... dead shall live , the living die , And Music shall untune the sky . LXXXVII J. Dryden ON THE LATE MASSACRE IN PIEDMONT Avenge , O Lord ! Thy slaughter'd saints , whose bones Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them who ...
... dead shall live , the living die , And Music shall untune the sky . LXXXVII J. Dryden ON THE LATE MASSACRE IN PIEDMONT Avenge , O Lord ! Thy slaughter'd saints , whose bones Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them who ...
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... dead , dead ere his prime , Young Lycidas , and hath not left his peer . Who would not sing for Lycidas ? he knew Himself to sing , and build the lofty rhyme . He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept , and welter to the parching ...
... dead , dead ere his prime , Young Lycidas , and hath not left his peer . Who would not sing for Lycidas ? he knew Himself to sing , and build the lofty rhyme . He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept , and welter to the parching ...
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... dead , Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor : So sinks the day - star in the ocean - bed , And yet anon repairs his drooping head And tricks his beams , and with new - spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky : So ...
... dead , Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor : So sinks the day - star in the ocean - bed , And yet anon repairs his drooping head And tricks his beams , and with new - spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky : So ...
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... dead and gane , And the green grass growing over me ! Anon . CXXXIV Upon my lap my sovereign sits And sucks upon my breast ; Meantime his love maintains my life And gives my sense her rest . Sing lullaby , my little boy , Sing lullaby ...
... dead and gane , And the green grass growing over me ! Anon . CXXXIV Upon my lap my sovereign sits And sucks upon my breast ; Meantime his love maintains my life And gives my sense her rest . Sing lullaby , my little boy , Sing lullaby ...
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... Dead things with inbreathed sense able to pierce ; And to our high - raised phantasy present That undisturbéd Song of pure concent Aye sung before the sapphire - colour'd throne To Him that sits thereon , With saintly shout and solemn ...
... Dead things with inbreathed sense able to pierce ; And to our high - raised phantasy present That undisturbéd Song of pure concent Aye sung before the sapphire - colour'd throne To Him that sits thereon , With saintly shout and solemn ...
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