Victorian Poetry1962 |
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Strana 366
... singing still to me ? And still they sing , the nightingales . V I think I hear him , how he cried 30 ' My own soul's life ' between their notes . Each man has but one soul supplied , And that's immortal . Though his throat's On fire ...
... singing still to me ? And still they sing , the nightingales . V I think I hear him , how he cried 30 ' My own soul's life ' between their notes . Each man has but one soul supplied , And that's immortal . Though his throat's On fire ...
Strana 367
... sing , the nightingales . VIII My native Florence ! dear , forgone ! I see across the Alpine ridge How the last feast - day of Saint John Shot rockets from Carraia bridge . The luminous city , tall with fire , 60 Trod deep down in that ...
... sing , the nightingales . VIII My native Florence ! dear , forgone ! I see across the Alpine ridge How the last feast - day of Saint John Shot rockets from Carraia bridge . The luminous city , tall with fire , 60 Trod deep down in that ...
Strana 652
... sing of ? or what powers Serve , that will give thee ere thou die More joy to sing and be less sad , More heart to play and grow more glad ? " Play then and sing ; we too have played , 91 We likewise , in that subtle shade . We too have ...
... sing of ? or what powers Serve , that will give thee ere thou die More joy to sing and be less sad , More heart to play and grow more glad ? " Play then and sing ; we too have played , 91 We likewise , in that subtle shade . We too have ...
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art thou Arthur beauty blood breast breath brother Camelot child Dagonet dark death dream earth eyes face fair fair lord faith fear feet fire flowers glory God's gold golden Guido Guinevere hair Hallam hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Holy Grail hour Iseult King King Arthur kiss Lady of Pain Lady of Shalott Lancelot Lavaine leave light lips live Locksley Hall look Lord Love's lyric man's mind moon mother neath never night o'er once Oxus pain pale Paracelsus poem poet poetry praise Queen rose round Rustum Setebos sing Sir Lancelot sleep smile song sorrow soul speak spirit star stood sweet tears Tennyson thee thine things thou art thought thro truth turn Victorian voice wild wind wings word youth