The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageOxford University Press, 1921 - 496 страница |
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... poor Love ! then thou art woe - begone thee . Anon XXII A SONG FOR MUSIC Weep you no more , sad fountains : - What need you flow so fast ? Look how the snowy mountains Heaven's sun doth gently waste ! But my Sun's heavenly eyes View not ...
... poor Love ! then thou art woe - begone thee . Anon XXII A SONG FOR MUSIC Weep you no more , sad fountains : - What need you flow so fast ? Look how the snowy mountains Heaven's sun doth gently waste ! But my Sun's heavenly eyes View not ...
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... poor man's wealth , the prisoner's release , Th ' indifferent judge between the high and low ; With shield of proof shield me from out the prease Of those fierce darts Despair at me doth throw : O make in me those civil wars to cease ...
... poor man's wealth , the prisoner's release , Th ' indifferent judge between the high and low ; With shield of proof shield me from out the prease Of those fierce darts Despair at me doth throw : O make in me those civil wars to cease ...
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... poor bird , as all forlorn , Lean'd her breast up - till a thorn , And there sung the dolefull'st ditty That to hear it was great pity . Fie , fie , fie , now would she cry ; Teru , teru , by and by : That to hear her so complain Scarce ...
... poor bird , as all forlorn , Lean'd her breast up - till a thorn , And there sung the dolefull'st ditty That to hear it was great pity . Fie , fie , fie , now would she cry ; Teru , teru , by and by : That to hear her so complain Scarce ...
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... poor bird , like thee None alive will pity me . R. Barnefield XLVI Care - charmer Sleep , son of the sable Night , Brother to Death , in silent darkness born , Relieve my languish , and restore the light ; With dark forgetting of my ...
... poor bird , like thee None alive will pity me . R. Barnefield XLVI Care - charmer Sleep , son of the sable Night , Brother to Death , in silent darkness born , Relieve my languish , and restore the light ; With dark forgetting of my ...
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... Poor soul that thinks no creature harm . Thou little think'st and less dost know , The cause of this thy mother's moan , Thou want'st the wit to wail her woe , And I myself am all alone : Why dost thou weep ? why dost thou wail ? And ...
... Poor soul that thinks no creature harm . Thou little think'st and less dost know , The cause of this thy mother's moan , Thou want'st the wit to wail her woe , And I myself am all alone : Why dost thou weep ? why dost thou wail ? And ...
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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