Anthology of the World's Best Poems, Svazek 3W. H. Wise, 1948 - Počet stran: 3198 |
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... soon as ever the beauteous idiot spoke , Forth from her coral lips such folly broke : Like balm the trickling nonsense healed my wound , And what her eyes enthralled , her tongue unbound . Μ ' From " The Mourning Bride " USIC hath ...
... soon as ever the beauteous idiot spoke , Forth from her coral lips such folly broke : Like balm the trickling nonsense healed my wound , And what her eyes enthralled , her tongue unbound . Μ ' From " The Mourning Bride " USIC hath ...
Strana 1318
... soon , too soon , the glowing west Proclaimed the speed of wingèd day . Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes , And fondly broods with miser care ! Time but the impression stronger makes , As streams their channels deeper wear . My ...
... soon , too soon , the glowing west Proclaimed the speed of wingèd day . Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes , And fondly broods with miser care ! Time but the impression stronger makes , As streams their channels deeper wear . My ...
Strana 1432
... soon renew its smoothness , soon The visions will return ! And lo , he stays And soon the fragments dim of lovely forms Come trembling back , unite , and now once more The pool becomes a mirror . " I N Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately ...
... soon renew its smoothness , soon The visions will return ! And lo , he stays And soon the fragments dim of lovely forms Come trembling back , unite , and now once more The pool becomes a mirror . " I N Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately ...
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