Anthology of the World's Best Poems, Svazek 3W. H. Wise, 1948 - Počet stran: 3198 |
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Strana 1083
ANONYMOUS ENGLAND , 1602 Madrigal Y Love in her attire doth show her wit , It doth so well become her ; MIt MY For every season she hath dressings fit , For Winter , Spring , and Summer . No beauty she doth miss When all her robes are ...
ANONYMOUS ENGLAND , 1602 Madrigal Y Love in her attire doth show her wit , It doth so well become her ; MIt MY For every season she hath dressings fit , For Winter , Spring , and Summer . No beauty she doth miss When all her robes are ...
Strana 1109
... doth hold ; And the gilded car of day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream ; And the slope sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole , Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east . Meanwhile ...
... doth hold ; And the gilded car of day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream ; And the slope sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole , Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east . Meanwhile ...
Strana 1161
... doth clear . Dear , beauteous Death ! the jewel of the Just , Shining nowhere , but in the dark ; What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust , Could man outlook that mark ! And yet as Angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul , when man ...
... doth clear . Dear , beauteous Death ! the jewel of the Just , Shining nowhere , but in the dark ; What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust , Could man outlook that mark ! And yet as Angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul , when man ...
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angel arms auld beauty beneath bird breath bright child clouds cold dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth ENGLAND eyes face fair fall fame fear fire flowers give gone grace grave green hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven hill hope hour lady land leaves light lines live look Lord loud mind moon morn move nature never night o'er once pain pass pleasure poem poet poetry poor pride rest rise rose round seemed shade silent sing sleep smile song soon soul sound spirit spring star stood strange sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought Till turned twas verse voice waves wild wind wings woods young youth