The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageOxford University Press, 1929 - 776 страница |
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... winds do blow ; While the battle rages loud and long And the stormy winds do blow . The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave— For the deck it was their field of fame , And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty ...
... winds do blow ; While the battle rages loud and long And the stormy winds do blow . The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave— For the deck it was their field of fame , And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty ...
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... wind blows colder ; Lights shine in the town . She will start from her slumber When gusts shake the door ; She will hear the winds howling , Will hear the waves roar . We shall see , while above us The waves roar and whirl , A ceiling ...
... wind blows colder ; Lights shine in the town . She will start from her slumber When gusts shake the door ; She will hear the winds howling , Will hear the waves roar . We shall see , while above us The waves roar and whirl , A ceiling ...
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... winds labour , Weak ships and spirits steer ; They drive adrift , and whither They wot not who make thither ; But no such winds blow hither , And no such things grow here . No growth of moor or coppice , No heather - flower or vine ...
... winds labour , Weak ships and spirits steer ; They drive adrift , and whither They wot not who make thither ; But no such winds blow hither , And no such things grow here . No growth of moor or coppice , No heather - flower or vine ...
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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