The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageOxford University Press, 1929 - 776 страница |
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... pale and wan , fond lover ? Prythee , why so pale ? Will , if looking well can't move her , Looking ill prevail ? Prythee , why so pale ? Why so dull and mute , young sinner ? Prythee LOVELACE 83.
... pale and wan , fond lover ? Prythee , why so pale ? Will , if looking well can't move her , Looking ill prevail ? Prythee , why so pale ? Why so dull and mute , young sinner ? Prythee LOVELACE 83.
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... pale kings and princes too , Pale warriors , death - pale were they all ; They cried- " La belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall ! " 6 ' I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gapéd wide , And I awoke and found me ...
... pale kings and princes too , Pale warriors , death - pale were they all ; They cried- " La belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall ! " 6 ' I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gapéd wide , And I awoke and found me ...
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Francis Turner Palgrave Charles Bickersteth Wheeler. Pale beds of blowing rushes , Where no leaf blooms or blushes Save this whereout she crushes For dead men deadly wine . Pale , without name or number , In fruitless fields of corn ...
Francis Turner Palgrave Charles Bickersteth Wheeler. Pale beds of blowing rushes , Where no leaf blooms or blushes Save this whereout she crushes For dead men deadly wine . Pale , without name or number , In fruitless fields of corn ...
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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