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IV If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear ; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee ; A wave to pant beneath thy power , and share The ... V Make me thy lyre , even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own !
From THE BURNING OF THE LEAVES Now is the time for the burning of the leaves . They go to the fire ; the nostril pricks with smoke Wandering slowly into a weeping mist . Brittle and blotched , ragged and rotten sheaves !
In the uncertain hour before the morning Near the ending of interminable night At the recurrent end of the unending After the dark dove with the flickering tongue Had passed below the horizon of his homing While the dead leaves still ...
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A wonderful collection of English poems through the ages. However, the five star rating is given mainly for its influence on myself as it introduced me to English verse and the great poets. Teljes értékelés elolvasása
Mine own John Poyntz since ye delight to know
Alas so all things now do hold their peace
Edmund Spenser ?155299
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