Anthology of the World's Best Poems, 3. kötetW. H. Wise, 1948 - 3198 oldal |
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1199. oldal
... cold . Only at whiles does Pope do more than excite our admiration . In his satires , however , he occasionally rises from intellect to passion , because he himself is transported . Thus in The Dunciad ( epic of the dunces ) and in the ...
... cold . Only at whiles does Pope do more than excite our admiration . In his satires , however , he occasionally rises from intellect to passion , because he himself is transported . Thus in The Dunciad ( epic of the dunces ) and in the ...
1259. oldal
... cold wind , And drizzly rain doth fall . " " O stay me not , thou holy friar , O stay me not , I pray : No drizzly rain that falls on me Can wash my fault away . " " Yet stay , fair lady , turn again , And dry those pearly tears ; For ...
... cold wind , And drizzly rain doth fall . " " O stay me not , thou holy friar , O stay me not , I pray : No drizzly rain that falls on me Can wash my fault away . " " Yet stay , fair lady , turn again , And dry those pearly tears ; For ...
1516. oldal
... Cold's the snow at my head , And cold at my feet ; And the finger of death's at my e'en , Closing them to sleep . Let none tell my father Or my mother so dear : I'll meet them both in heaven At the spring of the year . A THOMAS LOVE ...
... Cold's the snow at my head , And cold at my feet ; And the finger of death's at my e'en , Closing them to sleep . Let none tell my father Or my mother so dear : I'll meet them both in heaven At the spring of the year . A THOMAS LOVE ...
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angel arms auld beauty beneath bird breath bright child clouds cold dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth ENGLAND eyes face fair fall fame fear fire flowers give gone grace grave green hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven hill hope hour lady land leaves light lines live look Lord loud mind moon morn move nature never night o'er once pain pass pleasure poem poet poetry poor pride rest rise rose round seemed shade silent sing sleep smile song soon soul sound spirit spring star stood strange sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought Till turned twas verse voice waves wild wind wings woods young youth