The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageCecil Day Lewis Collins, 1954 - 576 oldal |
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20. oldal
... hath my heart , and I have his , By just exchange one for another given : I hold his dear , and mine he cannot miss , There never was a better bargain driven : My true - love hath my heart , and I have his . His heart in me keeps him ...
... hath my heart , and I have his , By just exchange one for another given : I hold his dear , and mine he cannot miss , There never was a better bargain driven : My true - love hath my heart , and I have his . His heart in me keeps him ...
122. oldal
... hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook : And of those demons that are found In fire , air , flood , or under ground , Whose power hath a true consent With planet , or with element . Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In scepter'd pall ...
... hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook : And of those demons that are found In fire , air , flood , or under ground , Whose power hath a true consent With planet , or with element . Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In scepter'd pall ...
343. oldal
... hath in her own natural kind , And , even with something of a mother's mind And no unworthy aim , The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster - child , her inmate , Man , Forget the glories he hath known , And that imperial ...
... hath in her own natural kind , And , even with something of a mother's mind And no unworthy aim , The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster - child , her inmate , Man , Forget the glories he hath known , And that imperial ...
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A. C. Swinburne beauty beneath birds bower breast breath bright brow C. H. Sorley Camelot clouds D. G. Rossetti dark Dark Rosaleen dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream earth eyes F. W. Bourdillon fair fear flowers glory golden green hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hills kiss Lady Lady of Shalott leaves light live look look'd Lord Lord Byron Lord Tennyson Love's Lycidas lyre mind morn mountains ne'er never night o'er P. B. Shelley passion pleasure poem poets rest Rosaleen rose round runnable stag seem'd shade Shakespeare shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thro tree Twas voice W. B. Yeats wave weep wild wind Wordsworth Yarrow youth