The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageOxford University Press, 1921 - Всего страниц: 496 |
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Стр. 62
... hand ; The rays of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn ; Nor all the gods beside Longer dare abide , Not Typhon huge ending in snaky twine : Our Babe , to show His Godhead true , Can in His swaddling bands control the damned crew . So , when ...
... hand ; The rays of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn ; Nor all the gods beside Longer dare abide , Not Typhon huge ending in snaky twine : Our Babe , to show His Godhead true , Can in His swaddling bands control the damned crew . So , when ...
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... hand- How fit he is to sway That can so well obey ! He to the Commons ' feet presents A Kingdom for his first year's rents , And ( what he may ) forbears His fame , to make it theirs : And has his sword and spoils ungirt To lay them at ...
... hand- How fit he is to sway That can so well obey ! He to the Commons ' feet presents A Kingdom for his first year's rents , And ( what he may ) forbears His fame , to make it theirs : And has his sword and spoils ungirt To lay them at ...
Стр. 82
... up Out of no other shop Than what Nature's white hand sets ope . Sidneian showers Of sweet discourse , whose powers Can crown old Winter's head with flowers Whate'er delight Can make day's forehead bright Or give down 82 BOOK.
... up Out of no other shop Than what Nature's white hand sets ope . Sidneian showers Of sweet discourse , whose powers Can crown old Winter's head with flowers Whate'er delight Can make day's forehead bright Or give down 82 BOOK.
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... hand approach not near , Themselves with awful fear A kind of numerous trembling make . Now all thy forces try ; Now all thy charms apply ; Revenge upon her ear the conquests of her eye . Weak Lyre ! thy virtue sure Is useless here ...
... hand approach not near , Themselves with awful fear A kind of numerous trembling make . Now all thy forces try ; Now all thy charms apply ; Revenge upon her ear the conquests of her eye . Weak Lyre ! thy virtue sure Is useless here ...
Стр. 106
... hand that fired the shot , When in my arms burd Helen dropt , And died to succour me ! O think na but my heart was sair When my Love dropt down and spak nae mair ! I laid her down wi ' meikle care On fair Kirconnell lea . As I went down ...
... hand that fired the shot , When in my arms burd Helen dropt , And died to succour me ! O think na but my heart was sair When my Love dropt down and spak nae mair ! I laid her down wi ' meikle care On fair Kirconnell lea . As I went down ...
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