Poetry in EnglishMacmillan, 1963 - 724 oldal |
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93. oldal
... Weep not , my wanton , smile upon my knee ; When thou art old there's grief enough for thee . Mother's wag , pretty boy , Father's sorrow , father's joy . When thy father first did see Such a boy by him and me , He was glad , I was woe ...
... Weep not , my wanton , smile upon my knee ; When thou art old there's grief enough for thee . Mother's wag , pretty boy , Father's sorrow , father's joy . When thy father first did see Such a boy by him and me , He was glad , I was woe ...
249. oldal
... weep ! ' weep ! ' weep ! ' weep ! " So your chimneys I sweep , and in soot I sleep . There's little Tom Dacre , who cried when his head , That curled like a lamb's back , was shaved : so I said " Hush , Tom ! never mind it , for when ...
... weep ! ' weep ! ' weep ! ' weep ! " So your chimneys I sweep , and in soot I sleep . There's little Tom Dacre , who cried when his head , That curled like a lamb's back , was shaved : so I said " Hush , Tom ! never mind it , for when ...
311. oldal
... weep for Adonais - he is dead ! Oh weep for Adonais ! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head ! And thou , sad Hour , selected from all years To mourn our loss , rouse thy obscure compeers , 1 And teach them thine ...
... weep for Adonais - he is dead ! Oh weep for Adonais ! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head ! And thou , sad Hour , selected from all years To mourn our loss , rouse thy obscure compeers , 1 And teach them thine ...
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