The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageOxford University Press, 1921 - 496 страница |
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... hand defaced The rich proud cost of out - worn buried age ; When sometime lofty towers I see down - razed , And brass eternal slave to mortal rage ; When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore , And the ...
... hand defaced The rich proud cost of out - worn buried age ; When sometime lofty towers I see down - razed , And brass eternal slave to mortal rage ; When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore , And the ...
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... in three hot Junes burn'd , Since first I saw you fresh , which yet are green . Ah ! yet doth beauty , like a dial - hand , Steal from his figure , and no pace perceived ; So your sweet hue , which methinks still doth stand FIRST.
... in three hot Junes burn'd , Since first I saw you fresh , which yet are green . Ah ! yet doth beauty , like a dial - hand , Steal from his figure , and no pace perceived ; So your sweet hue , which methinks still doth stand FIRST.
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... hand , of foot , of lip , of eye , of brow , I see their antique pen would have exprest Ev'n such a beauty as you master now . So all their praises are but prophecies Of this our time , all , you prefiguring ; And for they look'd but ...
... hand , of foot , of lip , of eye , of brow , I see their antique pen would have exprest Ev'n such a beauty as you master now . So all their praises are but prophecies Of this our time , all , you prefiguring ; And for they look'd but ...
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... hand wroken , - Wherein she suffering , all her spirits languish , Full womanlike complains her will was broken . But I , who , daily craving , Cannot have to content me , Have more cause to lament me , Since wanting is more woe than ...
... hand wroken , - Wherein she suffering , all her spirits languish , Full womanlike complains her will was broken . But I , who , daily craving , Cannot have to content me , Have more cause to lament me , Since wanting is more woe than ...
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... each sound draws forth a tear ; For which be silent as in woods before : Or if that any hand to touch thee deign , Like widow'd turtle , still her loss complain . W. Drummond 1 LXIV FIDELE Fear no more the heat o ' FIRST 334 39 LXIII ...
... each sound draws forth a tear ; For which be silent as in woods before : Or if that any hand to touch thee deign , Like widow'd turtle , still her loss complain . W. Drummond 1 LXIV FIDELE Fear no more the heat o ' FIRST 334 39 LXIII ...
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