The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageFrancis Turner Palgrave Macmillan and Company, 1886 - 346 страница |
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... eyes I all alone beweep my outcast state , And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries , And look upon myself , and curse my fate ; Wishing me like to one more rich in hope , Featured like him , like him with friends possest ...
... eyes I all alone beweep my outcast state , And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries , And look upon myself , and curse my fate ; Wishing me like to one more rich in hope , Featured like him , like him with friends possest ...
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... eyes are sapphires set in snow , Resembling heaven by every wink ; The Gods do fear whenas they glow , And I do tremble when I think Heigh ho , would she were mine ! Her cheeks are like the blushing cloud That beautifies Aurora's face ...
... eyes are sapphires set in snow , Resembling heaven by every wink ; The Gods do fear whenas they glow , And I do tremble when I think Heigh ho , would she were mine ! Her cheeks are like the blushing cloud That beautifies Aurora's face ...
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... eyes his brand doth light : Heigh ho , would she were mine ! Then muse not , Nymphs , though I bemoan The absence of fair Rosaline , Since for a fair there's fairer none , Nor for her virtues so divine : Heigh ho , fair Rosaline ; Heigh ...
... eyes his brand doth light : Heigh ho , would she were mine ! Then muse not , Nymphs , though I bemoan The absence of fair Rosaline , Since for a fair there's fairer none , Nor for her virtues so divine : Heigh ho , fair Rosaline ; Heigh ...
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... eye of heaven shines , And often is his gold complexion dimm'd : And every fair from fair sometime declines , By chance , or ... eyes can see , So long lives this , and this gives life to thee . W. Shakespeare XIX TO HIS LOVE When in the ...
... eye of heaven shines , And often is his gold complexion dimm'd : And every fair from fair sometime declines , By chance , or ... eyes can see , So long lives this , and this gives life to thee . W. Shakespeare XIX TO HIS LOVE When in the ...
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... eye , of brow , I see their antique pen would have exprest Ev'n such a beauty as you master now . So all their praises ... eyes to wonder , but lack tongues to praise . W. Shakespeare XX LOVE'S PERJURIES On a day , alack the day ! Love ...
... eye , of brow , I see their antique pen would have exprest Ev'n such a beauty as you master now . So all their praises ... eyes to wonder , but lack tongues to praise . W. Shakespeare XX LOVE'S PERJURIES On a day , alack the day ! Love ...
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art thou auld Robin Gray beauty behold beneath birds blest bliss bonnie bower breast breath bright Brignall brow cheek County Guy dead dear death delight dost doth dream earth ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA eyes fair fear feel flowers frae gentle glory gone grace Gray green Greta woods happy hast hath Hazeldean hear heard heart heaven hour kiss lady leaves light live look'd Lord Lord Byron Lycidas lyre maiden Mermaid Tavern mind morn mountain ne'er never night nymphs o'er P. B. Shelley pale passion Pindar pleasure poets rose round S. T. Coleridge seem'd shade Shakespeare shore sigh sight sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou art thought tree Twas voice waly waly waves weep wild winds wings Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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