Anthology of the World's Best Poems, 3. kötetW. H. Wise, 1948 - 3198 oldal |
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1257. oldal
" O lady , he is dead and gone ! Lady , he's dead and gone ! And at his head a green grass turf , And at his heels a stone . " Within these holy cloisters long He languished , and he died , Lamenting of a lady's love , And ' plaining of ...
" O lady , he is dead and gone ! Lady , he's dead and gone ! And at his head a green grass turf , And at his heels a stone . " Within these holy cloisters long He languished , and he died , Lamenting of a lady's love , And ' plaining of ...
1447. oldal
... lady's side , And raised to heaven her eyes so blue- Alas ! said she , this ghastly ride- Dear lady ; it hath wildered you ! The lady wiped her moist cold brow , And faintly said , " " Tis over now ! " Again the wild - flower wine she ...
... lady's side , And raised to heaven her eyes so blue- Alas ! said she , this ghastly ride- Dear lady ; it hath wildered you ! The lady wiped her moist cold brow , And faintly said , " " Tis over now ! " Again the wild - flower wine she ...
1453. oldal
... lady tall Are pacing both into the hall , And , pacing on through page and groom , Enter the Baron's presence - room . The Baron rose , and while he pressed His gentle daughter to his breast , With cheerful wonder in his eyes The Lady ...
... lady tall Are pacing both into the hall , And , pacing on through page and groom , Enter the Baron's presence - room . The Baron rose , and while he pressed His gentle daughter to his breast , With cheerful wonder in his eyes The Lady ...
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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