The New Golden Treasury of English VerseEdward Leeson Macmillan, 1980 - 506 oldal |
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94. oldal
... rest that peace begets . Doth not the sun rise smiling When fair at even he sets ? Rest you then , rest , sad eyes , Melt not in weeping , While she lies sleeping Softly , now softly lies Sleeping . I SAW my lady weep , And Sorrow proud ...
... rest that peace begets . Doth not the sun rise smiling When fair at even he sets ? Rest you then , rest , sad eyes , Melt not in weeping , While she lies sleeping Softly , now softly lies Sleeping . I SAW my lady weep , And Sorrow proud ...
120. oldal
... Rest in the bottom lay . ' For if I should ' , said He , ' Bestow this jewel also on my creature , me , He would adore my gifts instead of And rest in Nature , not the God of Nature : So both should losers be . ' Yet let him keep the rest ...
... Rest in the bottom lay . ' For if I should ' , said He , ' Bestow this jewel also on my creature , me , He would adore my gifts instead of And rest in Nature , not the God of Nature : So both should losers be . ' Yet let him keep the rest ...
358. oldal
... rest , and ripen toward the grave In silence ; ripen , fall and cease : Give us long rest or death , dark death , or dreamful ease . How sweet it were , hearing the downward stream , With half - shut eyes ever to seem Falling asleep in ...
... rest , and ripen toward the grave In silence ; ripen , fall and cease : Give us long rest or death , dark death , or dreamful ease . How sweet it were , hearing the downward stream , With half - shut eyes ever to seem Falling asleep in ...
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