Anthology of the World's Best Poems, Svazek 3W. H. Wise, 1948 - Počet stran: 3198 |
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Strana 1081
... wings of Fame . That killing power is none of thine : I gave it to thy voice and eyes ; Thy sweets , thy graces , all are mine : Thou art my star , shinest in my skies : Then dart not from thy borrowed sphere Lightning on him that fixed ...
... wings of Fame . That killing power is none of thine : I gave it to thy voice and eyes ; Thy sweets , thy graces , all are mine : Thou art my star , shinest in my skies : Then dart not from thy borrowed sphere Lightning on him that fixed ...
Strana 1264
... wings of a dove , How soon would I taste you again ! My sorrows I then might assuage In the ways of religion and truth— Might learn from the wisdom of age , And be cheered by the sallies of youth . Religion ! what treasure untold ...
... wings of a dove , How soon would I taste you again ! My sorrows I then might assuage In the ways of religion and truth— Might learn from the wisdom of age , And be cheered by the sallies of youth . Religion ! what treasure untold ...
Strana 1308
... wings were wet , And Phoebus fired my vocal rage ; He caught me in his silken net , And shut me in his golden cage . He loves to sit and hear me sing , Then laughing sports and plays with me , Then stretches out my golden wing , And ...
... wings were wet , And Phoebus fired my vocal rage ; He caught me in his silken net , And shut me in his golden cage . He loves to sit and hear me sing , Then laughing sports and plays with me , Then stretches out my golden wing , And ...
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