Anthology of the World's Best Poems, Svazek 3W. H. Wise, 1948 - Počet stran: 3198 |
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... Twas sad by fits , by starts ' twas wild . But thou , O Hope , with eyes so fair , What was thy delightful measure ? Still it whispered promised pleasure , And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the strain ...
... Twas sad by fits , by starts ' twas wild . But thou , O Hope , with eyes so fair , What was thy delightful measure ? Still it whispered promised pleasure , And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the strain ...
Strana 1466
... twas all about , ' Young Peterkin , he cries ; And little Wilhelmine looks up With wonder - waiting eyes ; ' Now tell us all about the war , And what they fought each other for . ' ' It was the English , ' Kaspar cried , ' Who put the ...
... twas all about , ' Young Peterkin , he cries ; And little Wilhelmine looks up With wonder - waiting eyes ; ' Now tell us all about the war , And what they fought each other for . ' ' It was the English , ' Kaspar cried , ' Who put the ...
Strana 1493
... Twas bright , ' twas heavenly , but ' tis past ! Oh ! ever thus , from childhood's hour , I've seen my fondest hopes decay : I never loved a tree or flower , But ' twas the first to fade away . I never nursed a dear gazelle , To glad me ...
... Twas bright , ' twas heavenly , but ' tis past ! Oh ! ever thus , from childhood's hour , I've seen my fondest hopes decay : I never loved a tree or flower , But ' twas the first to fade away . I never nursed a dear gazelle , To glad me ...
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