A Household Book of English PoetryMacmillan, 1868 - Всего страниц: 430 |
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... SONG Roses , their sharp spines being gone , Not royal in their smells alone , But in their hue ; Maiden - pinks , of odour faint ; Daisies smell - less , yet most quaint , And sweet thyme true ; Primrose , first - born child of Ver ...
... SONG Roses , their sharp spines being gone , Not royal in their smells alone , But in their hue ; Maiden - pinks , of odour faint ; Daisies smell - less , yet most quaint , And sweet thyme true ; Primrose , first - born child of Ver ...
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... , And innocence is closing up his eyes , - Now if thou would'st , when all have given him over , From death to life thou might'st him yet recover ! 5 ΙΟ Michael Drayton . XXXVI A SAD SONG . Weep no more , nor 32 A Household Book.
... , And innocence is closing up his eyes , - Now if thou would'st , when all have given him over , From death to life thou might'st him yet recover ! 5 ΙΟ Michael Drayton . XXXVI A SAD SONG . Weep no more , nor 32 A Household Book.
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XXXVI A SAD SONG . Weep no more , nor sigh , nor groan , Sorrow calls no time that's gone : Violets plucked , the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again ; Trim ... SONG . Lay a garland on my hearse Of of English Poetry . 33 XXXVI ...
XXXVI A SAD SONG . Weep no more , nor sigh , nor groan , Sorrow calls no time that's gone : Violets plucked , the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again ; Trim ... SONG . Lay a garland on my hearse Of of English Poetry . 33 XXXVI ...
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XXXVIII SONG . Lay a garland on my hearse Of the dismal yew ; Maidens , willow branches bear ; Say , I died true . My love was false , but I was firm From my hour of birth . Upon my buried body lie Lightly , gentle earth ! 5 Beaumont ...
XXXVIII SONG . Lay a garland on my hearse Of the dismal yew ; Maidens , willow branches bear ; Say , I died true . My love was false , but I was firm From my hour of birth . Upon my buried body lie Lightly , gentle earth ! 5 Beaumont ...
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... songs of death , forget my sweetest child , Which , like the flower crusht , with a blast is dead , And ere full time hangs down his smiling head , Expecting with clear hope to live anew , Among the angels fed with heavenly dew ? We ...
... songs of death , forget my sweetest child , Which , like the flower crusht , with a blast is dead , And ere full time hangs down his smiling head , Expecting with clear hope to live anew , Among the angels fed with heavenly dew ? We ...
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