Anthology of the World's Best Poems, 3. kötetW. H. Wise, 1948 - 3198 oldal |
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1286. oldal
... face ; And the black tempest swelled and gathered up apace . Beneath an holm , fast by a pathway side Which did unto Saint Godwyn's convent lead , A hapless pilgrim moaning did abide , Poor in his view , ungentle in his weed , Long ...
... face ; And the black tempest swelled and gathered up apace . Beneath an holm , fast by a pathway side Which did unto Saint Godwyn's convent lead , A hapless pilgrim moaning did abide , Poor in his view , ungentle in his weed , Long ...
1428. oldal
... face I see , I know the man that must hear me : To him my tale I teach.1 1 The word teach seems a forced word in this place - not an inevitable rhyme . Every rhyme should seem to be exactly suited to the place . Again I venture to ...
... face I see , I know the man that must hear me : To him my tale I teach.1 1 The word teach seems a forced word in this place - not an inevitable rhyme . Every rhyme should seem to be exactly suited to the place . Again I venture to ...
1547. oldal
... face there was the tint of grief , The settled shadow of an inward strife , And an unquiet drooping of the eye , As if its lid were charged with unshed tears . What could her grief be ? She had all she loved , And he who had so loved ...
... face there was the tint of grief , The settled shadow of an inward strife , And an unquiet drooping of the eye , As if its lid were charged with unshed tears . What could her grief be ? She had all she loved , And he who had so loved ...
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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