The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageOxford University Press, 1921 - 496 страница |
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... feel the day's disdain . S. Daniel XLVII The nightingale , as soon as April bringeth Unto her rested sense a perfect waking , While late - bare earth , proud of new clothing , springeth Sings out her woes , a thorn her song - book ...
... feel the day's disdain . S. Daniel XLVII The nightingale , as soon as April bringeth Unto her rested sense a perfect waking , While late - bare earth , proud of new clothing , springeth Sings out her woes , a thorn her song - book ...
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... feel'st a lover's case , I read it in thy looks ; thy languish'd grace , To me , that feel the like , thy state descries . Then , e'en of fellowship , O Moon , tell me , Is constant love deem'd there but want of wit ? Are beauties there ...
... feel'st a lover's case , I read it in thy looks ; thy languish'd grace , To me , that feel the like , thy state descries . Then , e'en of fellowship , O Moon , tell me , Is constant love deem'd there but want of wit ? Are beauties there ...
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... feel him warm , but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I ever keep awake With me ' twere always day . With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless woe ; But sure ...
... feel him warm , but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I ever keep awake With me ' twere always day . With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless woe ; But sure ...
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... feel , Smiles as of the morning steal O'er thy cheek , and o'er thy breast Where thy little heart doth rest . Oh the cunning wiles that creep In thy little heart asleep ! When thy little heart doth wake , Then the dreadful light shall ...
... feel , Smiles as of the morning steal O'er thy cheek , and o'er thy breast Where thy little heart doth rest . Oh the cunning wiles that creep In thy little heart asleep ! When thy little heart doth wake , Then the dreadful light shall ...
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... feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow , As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe , And , redolent of joy and youth , To breathe a second spring . Say , Father Thames , for thou hast seen ...
... feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow , As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe , And , redolent of joy and youth , To breathe a second spring . Say , Father Thames , for thou hast seen ...
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A. H. Clough Alfred Noyes beauty beneath birds breast breath bright cheek County Guy dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth Elizabeth of Bohemia eyes face fair fear flowers glory golden gone grave gray green grief hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hills hour Itylus John Masefield kiss land leaves light live look look'd Lord Byron Lord Houghton Lord Tennyson love's Lycidas lyre morn mountains ne'er never night numbers o'er once passion poem poet poetry rest Robin Gray rose Rossetti round seem'd shade Shakespeare sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit Spring stars sweet tears tell Theocritus thine things thou art thought thro tree turn'd Twas voice vrom waves weary weep wild wind wings Wordsworth Yarrow youth