Anthology of the World's Best Poems, 3. kötetW. H. Wise, 1948 - 3198 oldal |
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1131. oldal
... move her , Looking ill prevail ? Prithee , why so pale ? Why so dull and mute , young sinner ? Prithee , why so mute ? Will , when speaking well can't win her , Saying nothing do ' t ? Prithee , why so mute ? Quit , quit for shame ...
... move her , Looking ill prevail ? Prithee , why so pale ? Why so dull and mute , young sinner ? Prithee , why so mute ? Will , when speaking well can't win her , Saying nothing do ' t ? Prithee , why so mute ? Quit , quit for shame ...
1163. oldal
... moves with assured mastery to a close which is as wonderful as anything in Seventeenth Century poetry . " The striking phrase , " the rhetoric of a tear " , is of course " a lift " -with improve- ment - from Shirley's , " If thy face move ...
... moves with assured mastery to a close which is as wonderful as anything in Seventeenth Century poetry . " The striking phrase , " the rhetoric of a tear " , is of course " a lift " -with improve- ment - from Shirley's , " If thy face move ...
1444. oldal
... move as if in stealth ; And I beseech your courtesy , This night , to share your couch with me . " They crossed the ... moved as she 1444 SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE.
... move as if in stealth ; And I beseech your courtesy , This night , to share your couch with me . " They crossed the ... moved as she 1444 SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE.
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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