The Golden Treasury: Selected from the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageMacmillan, 1920 - 279 страница |
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... stand Weeping sore before the bosoms of their mothers . In our happy Fatherland ? They look up with their pale and sunken faces , And their looks are sad to see , For the man's grief abhorrent , draws and presses Down the cheeks of ...
... stand Weeping sore before the bosoms of their mothers . In our happy Fatherland ? They look up with their pale and sunken faces , And their looks are sad to see , For the man's grief abhorrent , draws and presses Down the cheeks of ...
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... stand , to move the world , on a child's heart , - Stifle down with a mail'd heel its palpitation , And tread onward to your throne amid the mart ? Our blood splashes upward , O our tyrants , And your purple shows your path ; But the ...
... stand , to move the world , on a child's heart , - Stifle down with a mail'd heel its palpitation , And tread onward to your throne amid the mart ? Our blood splashes upward , O our tyrants , And your purple shows your path ; But the ...
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... cicala dies of drouth , And one sharp tree -- ' tis a cypress - stands , By the many hundred years red - rusted , Rough iron - spiked , ripe fruit - o'ercrusted , My sentinel to guard the sands To the water's edge 24 The Golden Treasury.
... cicala dies of drouth , And one sharp tree -- ' tis a cypress - stands , By the many hundred years red - rusted , Rough iron - spiked , ripe fruit - o'ercrusted , My sentinel to guard the sands To the water's edge 24 The Golden Treasury.
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... stand away . kiss your cheek , Catch your soul's warmth , -I pluck the rose And love it more than tongue can speak- Then the good minute goes . Already how am I so far Out of that minute ? Must I go Still like the thistle - ball , no ...
... stand away . kiss your cheek , Catch your soul's warmth , -I pluck the rose And love it more than tongue can speak- Then the good minute goes . Already how am I so far Out of that minute ? Must I go Still like the thistle - ball , no ...
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... stand , Where you in soft , cool shades descend From the untrodden land : - But I may linger long , and look , Till night is over all ; My eyes will never see the brook , Or strange , sweet waterfall . The world is round me with its ...
... stand , Where you in soft , cool shades descend From the untrodden land : - But I may linger long , and look , Till night is over all ; My eyes will never see the brook , Or strange , sweet waterfall . The world is round me with its ...
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