Introduction to PoetrySloane, 1951 - 556 oldal Donated by Sydney Harris. |
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19. oldal
... seems to proceed on the same level . Its language is as conventional as Prior can make it . Poetry is " measure " or " numbers , " a mistress is a " flame , " and the soul of the lover sighs . Also , there is a lyre : the most ...
... seems to proceed on the same level . Its language is as conventional as Prior can make it . Poetry is " measure " or " numbers , " a mistress is a " flame , " and the soul of the lover sighs . Also , there is a lyre : the most ...
30. oldal
... seems not to ― he seems indeed to take a perverse pleasure in denying that there is any hope . For he has seized , to illustrate his homily , something that inevitably and naturally fails . The sun cannot be stopped . Day cannot be ...
... seems not to ― he seems indeed to take a perverse pleasure in denying that there is any hope . For he has seized , to illustrate his homily , something that inevitably and naturally fails . The sun cannot be stopped . Day cannot be ...
105. oldal
... seems to be remembering , once were moved by a strange junction of waning moon and sloping hill to consider whether we had not some presentiments after all of what sur- vival means . The dead may keep something and live on . The soul ...
... seems to be remembering , once were moved by a strange junction of waning moon and sloping hill to consider whether we had not some presentiments after all of what sur- vival means . The dead may keep something and live on . The soul ...
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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