The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageOxford University Press, 1921 - 496 страница |
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... night ; Which serves but to make dear thy glorious light . -This is that happy morn , That day , long - wished day Of all my life so dark , ( If cruel stars have not my ruin sworn And fates my hopes betray ) , Which , purely white ...
... night ; Which serves but to make dear thy glorious light . -This is that happy morn , That day , long - wished day Of all my life so dark , ( If cruel stars have not my ruin sworn And fates my hopes betray ) , Which , purely white ...
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... night , And weep afresh love's long - since - cancell'd woe , And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight . Then can I grieve at grievances foregone , And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore - bemoanéd moan ...
... night , And weep afresh love's long - since - cancell'd woe , And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight . Then can I grieve at grievances foregone , And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore - bemoanéd moan ...
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... Night , Brother to Death , in silent darkness born , Relieve my languish , and restore the light ; With dark forgetting of my care return . And let the day be time enough to mourn The shipwreck of my ill - adventured youth : Let waking ...
... Night , Brother to Death , in silent darkness born , Relieve my languish , and restore the light ; With dark forgetting of my care return . And let the day be time enough to mourn The shipwreck of my ill - adventured youth : Let waking ...
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... night . Strike I my lute , he tunes the string ; He music plays if so I sing ; He lends me every lovely thing , Yet cruel he my heart doth sting : Whist , wanton , will ye ? Else I with roses every day Will whip you hence , And bind you ...
... night . Strike I my lute , he tunes the string ; He music plays if so I sing ; He lends me every lovely thing , Yet cruel he my heart doth sting : Whist , wanton , will ye ? Else I with roses every day Will whip you hence , And bind you ...
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... night : Time's fatal wings do ever forward fly- So every day we live a day we die . But O ye nights , ordain'd for barren rest , How are my days deprived of life in you When heavy sleep my soul hath dispossest , By feigned death life ...
... night : Time's fatal wings do ever forward fly- So every day we live a day we die . But O ye nights , ordain'd for barren rest , How are my days deprived of life in you When heavy sleep my soul hath dispossest , By feigned death life ...
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