The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageOxford University Press, 1929 - 776 страница |
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... fall ; Lord of himself , though not of lands ; And having nothing , yet hath all . SIR H. WOTTON 73 THE NOBLE NATURE It is not growing like a tree In bulk , doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak , three hundred year , To fall ...
... fall ; Lord of himself , though not of lands ; And having nothing , yet hath all . SIR H. WOTTON 73 THE NOBLE NATURE It is not growing like a tree In bulk , doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak , three hundred year , To fall ...
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... fall upon the thorns of life ! I bleed ! A heavy weight of hours has chain'd and bow'd One too like thee : tameless , and swift , and proud . Make me thy lyre , ev'n as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The ...
... fall upon the thorns of life ! I bleed ! A heavy weight of hours has chain'd and bow'd One too like thee : tameless , and swift , and proud . Make me thy lyre , ev'n as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The ...
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... fall in showers , That lightly rain from ladies ' hands . How sweet are looks that ladies bend On whom their favours fall ! For them I battle till the end , To save from shame and thrall : But all my heart is drawn above , My knees are ...
... fall in showers , That lightly rain from ladies ' hands . How sweet are looks that ladies bend On whom their favours fall ! For them I battle till the end , To save from shame and thrall : But all my heart is drawn above , My knees are ...
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A. C. SWINBURNE A. H. CLOUGH beauty beneath birds blow breast breath bright Brignall brow cheek clouds dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream earth eyes face fair fear flowers glory golden gone green hair hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill hour J. D. C. PELLOW kiss leaves light lips live look look'd Lord LORD BYRON LORD TENNYSON love thee love's Lycidas lyre mind morn ne'er never night o'er once P. B. SHELLEY pale pleasure poems ring ROBERT BRIDGES rose round seem'd shade SHAKESPEARE shore sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars stream sweet tears thine things thou art thought tree Twas voice W. B. YEATS W. H. DAVIES waves weep wild winds wings WORDSWORTH Yarrow youth