Anthology of the World's Best Poems, Svazek 3W. H. Wise, 1948 - Počet stran: 3198 |
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Strana 1164
... Lord , O mercy ; hear The atoning incense of my prayer . A broken heart thoul't not despise . See ! see a contrite's sacrifice ! Keep , keep , vials of wrath , keep still : I'll vials , Lord , of odors fill : O prayers , sighs , groans ...
... Lord , O mercy ; hear The atoning incense of my prayer . A broken heart thoul't not despise . See ! see a contrite's sacrifice ! Keep , keep , vials of wrath , keep still : I'll vials , Lord , of odors fill : O prayers , sighs , groans ...
Strana 1359
... lord of Ross And the lady that came at the break of day . " " No knight or lady , good Lord Douglas , Have I beheld since break of morn ; And I never saw the lord of Ross Since the woful day that I was born . " Lord Douglas turned him ...
... lord of Ross And the lady that came at the break of day . " " No knight or lady , good Lord Douglas , Have I beheld since break of morn ; And I never saw the lord of Ross Since the woful day that I was born . " Lord Douglas turned him ...
Strana 1360
... lord of Ross and thy own true - love , The beauteous Harriet of Thirlestane , Rade west away , ere the break of day ; And you'll never see the dear maid again ; " So I thought it best to bring you here , On a wrang scent , of my own ...
... lord of Ross and thy own true - love , The beauteous Harriet of Thirlestane , Rade west away , ere the break of day ; And you'll never see the dear maid again ; " So I thought it best to bring you here , On a wrang scent , of my own ...
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