An Anthology of World PoetryMark Van Doren Harcourt, Brace, 1989 - Počet stran: 1467 |
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Strana 668
... Tell me now , my mother dear , What's the crying that I hear ? ” " Daughter , it's the children wake Crying with their teeth that ache . " " Tell me , though , my mother dear , What's the knocking that I hear ? " " Daughter , it's the ...
... Tell me now , my mother dear , What's the crying that I hear ? ” " Daughter , it's the children wake Crying with their teeth that ache . " " Tell me , though , my mother dear , What's the knocking that I hear ? " " Daughter , it's the ...
Strana 673
... tell , For men will only laugh at woe— For men will only laugh at woe . III Kiss me then , my merry May , By the soul of love I pray ! Prithee , nay ! Tell , tell me why ? If with you I sport and play , My mother will be vexed to - day .
... tell , For men will only laugh at woe— For men will only laugh at woe . III Kiss me then , my merry May , By the soul of love I pray ! Prithee , nay ! Tell , tell me why ? If with you I sport and play , My mother will be vexed to - day .
Strana 676
... Tell , tell him that I waste away And weaker grow from day to day . Ah , God ! what pain and grief have we Who are poor lovers , leal and true : For every week that we pass through , Five hundred thousand griefs have we : One cannot ...
... Tell , tell him that I waste away And weaker grow from day to day . Ah , God ! what pain and grief have we Who are poor lovers , leal and true : For every week that we pass through , Five hundred thousand griefs have we : One cannot ...
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CHINESE | 1 |
ANDRE SPIRE 1868 | 9 |
ANONYMOUS c 124 B C | 10 |
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