The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageCecil Day Lewis Collins, 1954 - 576 oldal |
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Cecil Day Lewis. Even thus last night , and two nights more I lay , And could not win thee , Sleep ! by any stealth : So do not let me wear to - night away : Without Thee what is all the morning's wealth ? Come , blesséd barrier between ...
Cecil Day Lewis. Even thus last night , and two nights more I lay , And could not win thee , Sleep ! by any stealth : So do not let me wear to - night away : Without Thee what is all the morning's wealth ? Come , blesséd barrier between ...
429. oldal
... night long , their high - built galleons came , Ship after ship , the whole night long , with her battle - thunder and flame ; Ship after ship , the whole night long , drew back with her dead and her shame . For some were sunk and many ...
... night long , their high - built galleons came , Ship after ship , the whole night long , with her battle - thunder and flame ; Ship after ship , the whole night long , drew back with her dead and her shame . For some were sunk and many ...
520. oldal
... night 255 Often rebuked , yet always back returning 367 Oh snatch'd away in beauty's bloom 262 Oh , to be in England . 363 • On a day , alack the day On a Poet's lips I slept On either side the river lie . On Linden , when the sun was ...
... night 255 Often rebuked , yet always back returning 367 Oh snatch'd away in beauty's bloom 262 Oh , to be in England . 363 • On a day , alack the day On a Poet's lips I slept On either side the river lie . On Linden , when the sun was ...
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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