The Times Book of English VerseEdward Leeson Times Books, 2004 - 703 oldal |
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110. oldal
... souls , That abler soul , which thence doth flow , Defécts of loneliness controls . 35 40 THE FUNERAL 69 65 70 70 75 WHOEVER Comes to shroud me , do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair which crowns my arm ; The mystery ...
... souls , That abler soul , which thence doth flow , Defécts of loneliness controls . 35 40 THE FUNERAL 69 65 70 70 75 WHOEVER Comes to shroud me , do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair which crowns my arm ; The mystery ...
303. oldal
... soul employ , Far other raptures , of unholy joy : When at the close of each sad , sorrowing day , Fancy restores what vengeance snatched away , Then conscience sleeps , and leaving nature free , All my loose soul unbounded springs to ...
... soul employ , Far other raptures , of unholy joy : When at the close of each sad , sorrowing day , Fancy restores what vengeance snatched away , Then conscience sleeps , and leaving nature free , All my loose soul unbounded springs to ...
560. oldal
... souls of men Man's soul , and it's a fire , smoke . . . no , it's not ... It's vapour done up like a new - born babe - ( In that shape when you die it leaves your mouth ) It's . . . well , what matters talking , it's the soul ! Give us ...
... souls of men Man's soul , and it's a fire , smoke . . . no , it's not ... It's vapour done up like a new - born babe - ( In that shape when you die it leaves your mouth ) It's . . . well , what matters talking , it's the soul ! Give us ...
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AENEID angels arms beauty behold birds bliss breast breath bright clouds dance dark dead dear death deep delight divine doth dream Dunciad earth eternal eyes face fair fear fire flowers glory grace Greek Greek myth Greek mythology hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hell hill honour hope king kiss Lady of Shalott Lars Porsena light live look Lord lute mind moon mordre morning Muse never night numbers nymph o'er once pain passion peace pleasure praise Queen Mab rose round Samian wine Satan seemed shade shine sighs sight sing sleep smile Snark song sorrow soul spake spirit St Agnes stars stood sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought Timor mortis conturbat tree turned twas unto voice weep wild wind wings woods youth