The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageOxford University Press, 1929 - 776 страница |
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... Thou art a queen , fair Lesley , Thy subjects we , before thee ; Thou art divine , fair Lesley , The hearts o ' men adore thee . The deil he could na scaith thee , Or aught that wad belang thee ; He'd look into thy bonnie face , And say ...
... Thou art a queen , fair Lesley , Thy subjects we , before thee ; Thou art divine , fair Lesley , The hearts o ' men adore thee . The deil he could na scaith thee , Or aught that wad belang thee ; He'd look into thy bonnie face , And say ...
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... Thy brother Death came , and cried Wouldst thou me ? Thy sweet child Sleep , the filmy - eyed , Murmur'd like a noontide bee Shall I nestle near thy side ? Wouldst thou me ? —And I replied No , not thee ! Death will come when thou art ...
... Thy brother Death came , and cried Wouldst thou me ? Thy sweet child Sleep , the filmy - eyed , Murmur'd like a noontide bee Shall I nestle near thy side ? Wouldst thou me ? —And I replied No , not thee ! Death will come when thou art ...
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... thou left me now Many a day and night ? Many a weary night and day ' Tis since thou art fled away . How shall ever one like me Win thee back again ? With the joyous and the free Thou wilt scoff at pain . Spirit false thou hast forgot ...
... thou left me now Many a day and night ? Many a weary night and day ' Tis since thou art fled away . How shall ever one like me Win thee back again ? With the joyous and the free Thou wilt scoff at pain . Spirit false thou hast forgot ...
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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