The New Golden Treasury of English VerseEdward Leeson Macmillan, 1980 - 506 oldal |
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113. oldal
... thee , The shooting stars attend thee ; And the elves also , Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire , befriend thee . No will - o ' - the - wisp mislight thee ; Nor snake or slow - worm bite thee ; But on , on thy way Not making ...
... thee , The shooting stars attend thee ; And the elves also , Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire , befriend thee . No will - o ' - the - wisp mislight thee ; Nor snake or slow - worm bite thee ; But on , on thy way Not making ...
278. oldal
... thee ? Dost thou know who made thee ? Gave thee life , and bid thee feed By the stream and o'er the mead ; Gave thee clothing of delight , Softest clothing , woolly , bright ; Gave thee such a tender voice , Making all the vales rejoice ...
... thee ? Dost thou know who made thee ? Gave thee life , and bid thee feed By the stream and o'er the mead ; Gave thee clothing of delight , Softest clothing , woolly , bright ; Gave thee such a tender voice , Making all the vales rejoice ...
356. oldal
... thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need , by sun and candlelight . I love thee freely , as men strive for Right ; I love thee purely , as they turn from Praise . I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs , and ...
... thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need , by sun and candlelight . I love thee freely , as men strive for Right ; I love thee purely , as they turn from Praise . I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs , and ...
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