Enjoying PoetryMark Van Doren W. Sloane Associates, 1951 - 556 oldal |
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200. oldal
Mark Van Doren. Grace for a Child Here a little child I stand , Heaving up my either hand ; Cold as paddocks though they be , Here I lift them up to Thee , For a benison to fall On our meat and on us all . Amen . To the Virgins , to Make ...
Mark Van Doren. Grace for a Child Here a little child I stand , Heaving up my either hand ; Cold as paddocks though they be , Here I lift them up to Thee , For a benison to fall On our meat and on us all . Amen . To the Virgins , to Make ...
376. oldal
... Child Went Forth 10 5 10 There was a child went forth every day , And the first object he look'd upon , that object he became , And that object became part of him for the day or a certain of the day , part Or for many years or ...
... Child Went Forth 10 5 10 There was a child went forth every day , And the first object he look'd upon , that object he became , And that object became part of him for the day or a certain of the day , part Or for many years or ...
395. oldal
... child holding the hand of her father , Those burial - clouds that lower victorious soon to devour all , Watching , silently weeps . Weep not , child , Weep not , my darling , With these kisses let me remove your tears , The ravening ...
... child holding the hand of her father , Those burial - clouds that lower victorious soon to devour all , Watching , silently weeps . Weep not , child , Weep not , my darling , With these kisses let me remove your tears , The ravening ...
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A single asterisk before the title of a poem indicates that it is analyzed in the Commentaries beginning on page | 3 |
An Ode Matthew Prior Linda | 4 |
To Lucasta on Going to the Wars Richard Lovelace | 5 |
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alliteration Andrew Marvell Annabel Lee auld lang syne beauty bird blood breast breath bright child cloud cold dark dead dear death doth dreams earth Emily Dickinson eyes fair fall feet flowers gone grass grave green hair hand hath hear heard heart heaven hill iambic iambic pentameter kiss lady land leaves light live look lover Lycidas lyre mind moon morning never night o'er once Oven Bird pale Philosopher's Song poem poet poetry praise quatrain rhyme Roman Road rose round Samian wine shade shadow shine shore silent silver dawn sing Sir Patrick Spens sleep smiling song sonnet soul sound spirit spring stanza stars sweet syllables tears tell thee thine thing thou thought trees trimeter verse voice wall waves weary weep wild wind wings wonder words