The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageOxford University Press, 1921 - 496 страница |
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... grave , To weep there . W. Shakespeare LXIII TO HIS LUTE My lute , be as thou wert when thou didst grow With thy green mother in some shady grove , When immelodious winds but made thee move , And birds their ramage did on thee bestow ...
... grave , To weep there . W. Shakespeare LXIII TO HIS LUTE My lute , be as thou wert when thou didst grow With thy green mother in some shady grove , When immelodious winds but made thee move , And birds their ramage did on thee bestow ...
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... grave ; And the yellow - skirted fays Fly after the night - steeds , leaving their moon - loved maze . But see ! the Virgin blest Hath laid her Babe to rest ; Time is , our tedious song should here have ending : Heaven's youngest ...
... grave ; And the yellow - skirted fays Fly after the night - steeds , leaving their moon - loved maze . But see ! the Virgin blest Hath laid her Babe to rest ; Time is , our tedious song should here have ending : Heaven's youngest ...
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... graves ; Under floods that are deepest , Which Neptune obey ; Over rocks that are steepest Love will find out the way . Where there is no place For the glow - worm to lie ; Where there is no space For receipt of a fly ; Where the midge ...
... graves ; Under floods that are deepest , Which Neptune obey ; Over rocks that are steepest Love will find out the way . Where there is no place For the glow - worm to lie ; Where there is no space For receipt of a fly ; Where the midge ...
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... rise , Says , ' Haste and come to me ! ' O Helen fair ! O Helen chaste ! . If I were with thee , I were blest , .. Where thou lies low and takes thy rest On fair Kirconnell lea . I wish my grave were growing green , A winding 106 BOOK.
... rise , Says , ' Haste and come to me ! ' O Helen fair ! O Helen chaste ! . If I were with thee , I were blest , .. Where thou lies low and takes thy rest On fair Kirconnell lea . I wish my grave were growing green , A winding 106 BOOK.
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Francis Turner Palgrave. I wish my grave were growing green , A winding - sheet drawn ower my een , And I in Helen's arms lying , On fair Kirconnell lea . I wish I were where Helen lies , Night and day on me she cries ; And I am weary of ...
Francis Turner Palgrave. I wish my grave were growing green , A winding - sheet drawn ower my een , And I in Helen's arms lying , On fair Kirconnell lea . I wish I were where Helen lies , Night and day on me she cries ; And I am weary of ...
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