Anthology of the World's Best Poems, Svazek 3W. H. Wise, 1948 - Počet stran: 3198 |
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Strana 1288
... poor alms - craver near to the holm to bide . His cope was all of Lincoln cloth so fine , With a gold button fastened near his chin ; 2 His autremete was edged with golden twine , And his peaked shoe a lordling's might have been ; Full ...
... poor alms - craver near to the holm to bide . His cope was all of Lincoln cloth so fine , With a gold button fastened near his chin ; 2 His autremete was edged with golden twine , And his peaked shoe a lordling's might have been ; Full ...
Strana 1324
... poor , earth - born companion , An ' fellow - mortal ! I doubt na , whyles , but thou may thieve ; What then ? poor beastie , thou maun live ! A daimen - icker in a thrave ' S a sma ' request : I'll get a blessing wi ' the lave , And ...
... poor , earth - born companion , An ' fellow - mortal ! I doubt na , whyles , but thou may thieve ; What then ? poor beastie , thou maun live ! A daimen - icker in a thrave ' S a sma ' request : I'll get a blessing wi ' the lave , And ...
Strana 1498
... poor into gold for the rich . . . . This poet of the poor has exercised a greater influence against the cruel and pernicious Corn Laws than any other person unconnected with the admin- istration of public affairs . . . . Carlyle ...
... poor into gold for the rich . . . . This poet of the poor has exercised a greater influence against the cruel and pernicious Corn Laws than any other person unconnected with the admin- istration of public affairs . . . . Carlyle ...
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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