Anthology of the World's Best Poems, Svazek 3W. H. Wise, 1948 - Počet stran: 3198 |
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Strana 1070
... Heaven , great God , compared to Thee ? Without Thy presence , Heaven's no heaven to me . The highest honors that the world can boast Are subjects far too low for my desire ; The brightest beams of glory are , at most , But dying ...
... Heaven , great God , compared to Thee ? Without Thy presence , Heaven's no heaven to me . The highest honors that the world can boast Are subjects far too low for my desire ; The brightest beams of glory are , at most , But dying ...
Strana 1120
... Heaven , once yours , now lost , If such astonishment as this can seize Eternal spirits ! Or have ye chosen this place After the toils of battle to repose Your wearied virtue , for the ease you find To slumber here , as in the vales of ...
... Heaven , once yours , now lost , If such astonishment as this can seize Eternal spirits ! Or have ye chosen this place After the toils of battle to repose Your wearied virtue , for the ease you find To slumber here , as in the vales of ...
Strana 1165
... Heaven gave the spark , to it return the fire . Let sin never quench Thy high flamed spirit hence- The earth the heat , to Heaven the flame dispense . Rejoice , rejoice , Turn , turn each part a voice ; While to the heart - strings ...
... Heaven gave the spark , to it return the fire . Let sin never quench Thy high flamed spirit hence- The earth the heat , to Heaven the flame dispense . Rejoice , rejoice , Turn , turn each part a voice ; While to the heart - strings ...
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