Introduction to PoetrySloane, 1951 - 556 oldal Donated by Sydney Harris. |
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72. oldal
... heaven . It is as if the very bell that was tolling for someone's death had changed into a chime ( line 18 ) . But we only think our new state is heaven . It is not the true heaven , it is that imitation of it which comes in spring , or ...
... heaven . It is as if the very bell that was tolling for someone's death had changed into a chime ( line 18 ) . But we only think our new state is heaven . It is not the true heaven , it is that imitation of it which comes in spring , or ...
211. oldal
... heaven , growing and groaning thither ; 25 Nor doth my flower Want a spring shower , My sins and I joining together . But while I grow in a straight line , Still upwards bent , as if heaven were mine own , Thy anger comes , and I ...
... heaven , growing and groaning thither ; 25 Nor doth my flower Want a spring shower , My sins and I joining together . But while I grow in a straight line , Still upwards bent , as if heaven were mine own , Thy anger comes , and I ...
355. oldal
... Heaven above , Nor the demons down under the sea , Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee : - For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee ; 30 35 And the stars never ...
... Heaven above , Nor the demons down under the sea , Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee : - For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee ; 30 35 And the stars never ...
Tartalomjegyzék
Had Not Minded Walls Emily Dickinson | 3 |
An Ode Matthew Prior | 4 |
To Lucasta on Going to the Wars Richard Lovelace | 5 |
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