Anthology of the World's Best Poems, Svazek 3W. H. Wise, 1948 - Počet stran: 3198 |
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Strana 1075
... Rest in the bottom lay . For if I should ( said He ) Bestow this jewel also on My creature , He would adore My gifts instead of Me , And rest in Nature , not the God of Nature ; So both should losers be . Yet let him keep the rest , But ...
... Rest in the bottom lay . For if I should ( said He ) Bestow this jewel also on My creature , He would adore My gifts instead of Me , And rest in Nature , not the God of Nature ; So both should losers be . Yet let him keep the rest , But ...
Strana 1318
... wear . My Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? A Prayer in the Prospect of Death THOU unknown Almighty 1318 ROBERT BURNS.
... wear . My Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? A Prayer in the Prospect of Death THOU unknown Almighty 1318 ROBERT BURNS.
Strana 1398
... Rest ! Thy Warfare O'er FROM " THE LADY OF THE LAKE " OLDIER , rest ! thy warfare o'er , SOLI Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields no more , Days of danger , nights of waking . In our isle's enchanted hall ...
... Rest ! Thy Warfare O'er FROM " THE LADY OF THE LAKE " OLDIER , rest ! thy warfare o'er , SOLI Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields no more , Days of danger , nights of waking . In our isle's enchanted hall ...
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