Anthology of the World's Best Poems, Svazek 3W. H. Wise, 1948 - Počet stran: 3198 |
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Strana 1132
ANONYMOUS ENGLAND , 1609 Love Me Not for Comely Grace L OVE me not for comely grace , For my pleasing eye or face , Nor for any outward part , No , nor for a constant heart ; For these may fail or turn to ill , So thou and I shall sever ...
ANONYMOUS ENGLAND , 1609 Love Me Not for Comely Grace L OVE me not for comely grace , For my pleasing eye or face , Nor for any outward part , No , nor for a constant heart ; For these may fail or turn to ill , So thou and I shall sever ...
Strana 1235
... grace and meaning that may be new to you . His justly admired Ode to the Passions has a more obvious appeal . To Swinburne , great poet himself , " Its grace and vigor , its vivid and pliant dexterity of touch , are worthy of all their ...
... grace and meaning that may be new to you . His justly admired Ode to the Passions has a more obvious appeal . To Swinburne , great poet himself , " Its grace and vigor , its vivid and pliant dexterity of touch , are worthy of all their ...
Strana 1259
... this gown of gray Thy own true - love appears . " Here forced by grief and hopeless love , These holy weeds I sought ; And here , amid these lonely walls , To end my days I thought . " But haply , for my year of grace Is 1259 THOMAS PERCY.
... this gown of gray Thy own true - love appears . " Here forced by grief and hopeless love , These holy weeds I sought ; And here , amid these lonely walls , To end my days I thought . " But haply , for my year of grace Is 1259 THOMAS PERCY.
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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