A Pageant of English VerseLongmans, Green, 1949 - 434 oldal |
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34. oldal
... doth gently waste . But my sun's heavenly eyes View not your weeping , That now lies sleeping Softly , now softly lies Sleeping . Sleep is a reconciling , A rest that peace begets . Doth not the sun rise smiling When fair at even he ...
... doth gently waste . But my sun's heavenly eyes View not your weeping , That now lies sleeping Softly , now softly lies Sleeping . Sleep is a reconciling , A rest that peace begets . Doth not the sun rise smiling When fair at even he ...
51. oldal
... doth grow ! For Stella hath , with words where faith doth shine , Of her high heart given me the monarchy . I , I , oh I , may say that she is mine , And though she give but thus conditionly This realm of bliss , while virtuous course I ...
... doth grow ! For Stella hath , with words where faith doth shine , Of her high heart given me the monarchy . I , I , oh I , may say that she is mine , And though she give but thus conditionly This realm of bliss , while virtuous course I ...
70. oldal
... doth fade , But doth suffer a sea - change Into something rich and strange : Sea nymphs hourly ring his knell . Ding - dong ! Hark ! now I hear them , Ding - dong , bell ! From The Tempest ROBERT DEVEREUX , EARL OF ESSEX To plead my ...
... doth fade , But doth suffer a sea - change Into something rich and strange : Sea nymphs hourly ring his knell . Ding - dong ! Hark ! now I hear them , Ding - dong , bell ! From The Tempest ROBERT DEVEREUX , EARL OF ESSEX To plead my ...
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