Enjoying PoetryMark Van Doren W. Sloane Associates, 1951 - 556 oldal |
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1 - 3 találat összesen 55 találatból.
110. oldal
... head , with its pale parting - line of hair . His mother's head is in its grave , but he remembers that ancient day , now remote in the mist of un- recoverable decades , when the two of them walked - prob- ably west - along this road ...
... head , with its pale parting - line of hair . His mother's head is in its grave , but he remembers that ancient day , now remote in the mist of un- recoverable decades , when the two of them walked - prob- ably west - along this road ...
473. oldal
... head and swift , demure Silence and awe , than purity more pure . So I must scratch my head and drop my ax , While in her hands my will is twisted wax ; So when she goes , deaf , dumb and blind I sit Watching her empty arm - chair ...
... head and swift , demure Silence and awe , than purity more pure . So I must scratch my head and drop my ax , While in her hands my will is twisted wax ; So when she goes , deaf , dumb and blind I sit Watching her empty arm - chair ...
483. oldal
... head ( grown slightly bald ) brought in upon a platter , I am no prophet - and here's no great matter ; And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat , and snicker , And in short , I was afraid . And would it have been worth it ...
... head ( grown slightly bald ) brought in upon a platter , I am no prophet - and here's no great matter ; And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat , and snicker , And in short , I was afraid . And would it have been worth it ...
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An Ode Matthew Prior Linda | 4 |
To Lucasta on Going to the Wars Richard Lovelace | 5 |
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