Anthology of the World's Best Poems, Svazek 3W. H. Wise, 1948 - Počet stran: 3198 |
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Strana 1204
... thine alone the seed that strews the plain ? The birds of heaven shall vindicate their grain . Thine the full harvest of the golden year ? Part pays , and justly , the deserving steer : The hog that plows not , nor obeys thy call ...
... thine alone the seed that strews the plain ? The birds of heaven shall vindicate their grain . Thine the full harvest of the golden year ? Part pays , and justly , the deserving steer : The hog that plows not , nor obeys thy call ...
Strana 1556
... thine all idle hand , In loitering mood upon the sand , That Earth is now as free ! That Corinth's pedagogue hath now , Transferred his by - word to thy brow . Thou Timour ! in his captive's cage- What thoughts will there be thine ...
... thine all idle hand , In loitering mood upon the sand , That Earth is now as free ! That Corinth's pedagogue hath now , Transferred his by - word to thy brow . Thou Timour ! in his captive's cage- What thoughts will there be thine ...
Strana 1577
... thine , O beloved as thou art ! O lift me from the grass ! I die ! I faint ! I fail ! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale . My cheek is cold and white , alas ! My heart beats loud and fast : O press it close to thine ...
... thine , O beloved as thou art ! O lift me from the grass ! I die ! I faint ! I fail ! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale . My cheek is cold and white , alas ! My heart beats loud and fast : O press it close to thine ...
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