Anthology of the World's Best Poems, Svazek 3W. H. Wise, 1948 - Počet stran: 3198 |
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Strana 1284
... death - bed All under the willow - tree . 2 Black his cryne ' as the winter night , White his rode as the summer snow , Red his face as the morning light , Cold he lies in the grave below : My love is dead , Gone to his death - bed All ...
... death - bed All under the willow - tree . 2 Black his cryne ' as the winter night , White his rode as the summer snow , Red his face as the morning light , Cold he lies in the grave below : My love is dead , Gone to his death - bed All ...
Strana 1285
... death - bed All under the willow - tree . See ! the white moon shines on high ; Whiter is my true - love's shroud : Whiter than the morning sky , Whiter than the evening cloud : My love is dead , Gone to his death - bed All under the ...
... death - bed All under the willow - tree . See ! the white moon shines on high ; Whiter is my true - love's shroud : Whiter than the morning sky , Whiter than the evening cloud : My love is dead , Gone to his death - bed All under the ...
Strana 1413
... Death ? and are there two ? Is Death that Woman's mate ? Her lips were red , her looks were free , Her locks were yellow as gold : Her skin was as white as leprosy , The Nightmare Life - in - Death was she , Who thicks man's blood with ...
... Death ? and are there two ? Is Death that Woman's mate ? Her lips were red , her looks were free , Her locks were yellow as gold : Her skin was as white as leprosy , The Nightmare Life - in - Death was she , Who thicks man's blood with ...
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