Anthology of the World's Best Poems, Svazek 3W. H. Wise, 1948 - Počet stran: 3198 |
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Strana 1398
... 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 , Hands unseen thy couch are strewing , Fairy strains of music fall , Every sense in slumber ...
... 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 , Hands unseen thy couch are strewing , Fairy strains of music fall , Every sense in slumber ...
Strana 1399
... Sleep ! the deer is in his den ; Sleep ! thy hounds are by thee lying : Sleep ! nor dream in yonder glen How thy gallant steed lay dying . Huntsman , rest ! thy chase is done ; Think not of the rising sun , For at dawning to assail ye ...
... Sleep ! the deer is in his den ; Sleep ! thy hounds are by thee lying : Sleep ! nor dream in yonder glen How thy gallant steed lay dying . Huntsman , rest ! thy chase is done ; Think not of the rising sun , For at dawning to assail ye ...
Strana 1417
... sleep ! it is a gentle thing , Beloved from pole to pole ! To Mary Queen the praise be given ! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven , That slid into my soul . The silly buckets on the deck , That had so long remained , I dreamt that ...
... sleep ! it is a gentle thing , Beloved from pole to pole ! To Mary Queen the praise be given ! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven , That slid into my soul . The silly buckets on the deck , That had so long remained , I dreamt that ...
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