Anthology of the World's Best Poems, Svazek 3W. H. Wise, 1948 - Počet stran: 3198 |
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Strana 1240
... heard apart Sweet lessons of her forceful art , Each ( for madness ruled the hour ) Would prove his own expressive power . First Fear , his hand , its skill to try , Amid the chords bewildered laid , And back recoiled , he knew not why ...
... heard apart Sweet lessons of her forceful art , Each ( for madness ruled the hour ) Would prove his own expressive power . First Fear , his hand , its skill to try , Amid the chords bewildered laid , And back recoiled , he knew not why ...
Strana 1425
... heard the dash of oars , I heard the Pilot's cheer ; My head was turned perforce away , And I saw a boat appear . The Pilot and the Pilot's boy , I heard them coming fast : Dear Lord in Heaven ! it was a joy The dead men could not blast ...
... heard the dash of oars , I heard the Pilot's cheer ; My head was turned perforce away , And I saw a boat appear . The Pilot and the Pilot's boy , I heard them coming fast : Dear Lord in Heaven ! it was a joy The dead men could not blast ...
Strana 1433
And ' mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war ! The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves ; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves . It was a miracle of ...
And ' mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war ! The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves ; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves . It was a miracle of ...
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