Letters to Dead AuthorsLongmans, Green, 1886 - 234 страница |
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... beautiful of thy sad and beautiful lays ; for if thy bees gathered much honey ' twas some- what bitter to taste , like that of the Sar- dinian yews . How clearly we see the great hall , the grey lady spinning and humming among her ...
... beautiful of thy sad and beautiful lays ; for if thy bees gathered much honey ' twas some- what bitter to taste , like that of the Sar- dinian yews . How clearly we see the great hall , the grey lady spinning and humming among her ...
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... beautiful in wind- woven raiment of sunset hues ; there , in a land that knows not age , nor winter , midnight , nor autumn , nor noon , where the silver twilight of summer - dawn is perennial , where youth does not wax spectre - pale ...
... beautiful in wind- woven raiment of sunset hues ; there , in a land that knows not age , nor winter , midnight , nor autumn , nor noon , where the silver twilight of summer - dawn is perennial , where youth does not wax spectre - pale ...
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... beautiful than their dreams . It was well for the later min- strels of another day , it was well for Ronsard and Du Bellay to desire a dim Elysium of their own , where the sun- light comes faintly through the shadow of the earth , where ...
... beautiful than their dreams . It was well for the later min- strels of another day , it was well for Ronsard and Du Bellay to desire a dim Elysium of their own , where the sun- light comes faintly through the shadow of the earth , where ...
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... and elaborate poems is a waste of time , so completely does your own brief definition of poetry , ' the rhythmic creation of the beautiful , ' ex- ( haust your theory , and so perfectly is the 144 LETTERS TO DEAD AUTHORS.
... and elaborate poems is a waste of time , so completely does your own brief definition of poetry , ' the rhythmic creation of the beautiful , ' ex- ( haust your theory , and so perfectly is the 144 LETTERS TO DEAD AUTHORS.
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... Beautiful is Italy with the grave and delicate outlines of her sacred hills , her dark groves , her little cities perched like eyries on the crags , her rivers gliding under ancient walls ; beautiful is Italy , her seas , and her suns ...
... Beautiful is Italy with the grave and delicate outlines of her sacred hills , her dark groves , her little cities perched like eyries on the crags , her rivers gliding under ancient walls ; beautiful is Italy , her seas , and her suns ...
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