The Golden Treasury: Selected from the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageMacmillan Company, 1922 - 483 страница |
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... Sleep , angry beauty , sleep and fear not me ! For who a sleeping lion dares provoke ? It shall suffice me here to sit and see Those lips shut up that never kindly spoke : What sight can more content a lover's mind Thar beauty seeming ...
... Sleep , angry beauty , sleep and fear not me ! For who a sleeping lion dares provoke ? It shall suffice me here to sit and see Those lips shut up that never kindly spoke : What sight can more content a lover's mind Thar beauty seeming ...
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... sleeps , Though guilty much of wrong done to my love ; And in her slumber , see ! she close - eyed weeps : Dreams often more than waking passions move . Plead , Sleep , my cause , and make her soft like thee : That she in peace may wake ...
... sleeps , Though guilty much of wrong done to my love ; And in her slumber , see ! she close - eyed weeps : Dreams often more than waking passions move . Plead , Sleep , my cause , and make her soft like thee : That she in peace may wake ...
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... sleep , then percheth he With pretty flight , And makes his pillow of my knee The livelong 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 ...
... sleep , then percheth he With pretty flight , And makes his pillow of my knee The livelong 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 ...
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... sleep my soul hath dispossest , By feigned death life sweetly to renew ! Part of my life , in that , you life deny : So every day we live , a day we die . T. Campion LXXVII This Life , which seems so fair , Is like a bubble blown up in ...
... sleep my soul hath dispossest , By feigned death life sweetly to renew ! Part of my life , in that , you life deny : So every day we live , a day we die . T. Campion LXXVII This Life , which seems so fair , Is like a bubble blown up in ...
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... sleep secure ; Then wake again , and yield God ever praise ; Content with hip , with haws , and brambleberry ; In contemplation passing still his days , And change of holy thoughts to make him merry : Who , when he dies , his tomb might ...
... sleep secure ; Then wake again , and yield God ever praise ; Content with hip , with haws , and brambleberry ; In contemplation passing still his days , And change of holy thoughts to make him merry : Who , when he dies , his tomb might ...
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A. C. Swinburne Alfred Noyes Arethuse beauty beneath birds bower breast breath bright Brignall cheek clouds dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream earth eyes fair fear flowers frae gentle glory golden Gray green H. F. Lyte hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill hour Itylus John Masefield kiss leaves light live look look'd Lord Lord Byron Lord Tennyson love's Lycidas lyre mind morn mountains Muse ne'er never night numbers Nymph o'er OMAR KHAYYÁM P. B. Shelley passion pleasure poem poet Poetry River Lee rose round seem'd shade Shakespeare shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought tree Twas voice waves weep wild wind wings Wordsworth Yarrow youth