Anthology of the World's Best Poems, 3. kötetW. H. Wise, 1948 - 3198 oldal |
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1258. oldal
... never make grow again . " Our joys as wingèd dreams do fly ; Why then should sorrow last ? Since grief but ... never come again ? Will he never come again ? Ah ! no , he is dead and laid in his grave , Forever to remain . " His cheek was ...
... never make grow again . " Our joys as wingèd dreams do fly ; Why then should sorrow last ? Since grief but ... never come again ? Will he never come again ? Ah ! no , he is dead and laid in his grave , Forever to remain . " His cheek was ...
1315. oldal
... never loved sae blindly , Never met - or never parted , We had ne'er been broken - hearted . Fare thee weel , thou first and fairest ! Fare thee weel , thou best and dearest ! Thine be ilka joy and treasure , Peace , enjoyment , love ...
... never loved sae blindly , Never met - or never parted , We had ne'er been broken - hearted . Fare thee weel , thou first and fairest ! Fare thee weel , thou best and dearest ! Thine be ilka joy and treasure , Peace , enjoyment , love ...
1371. oldal
... Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendor valley , rock , or hill ; Ne'er saw I , never felt , a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his own sweet will : Dear God ! the very houses seem asleep ; And all that mighty ...
... Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendor valley , rock , or hill ; Ne'er saw I , never felt , a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his own sweet will : Dear God ! the very houses seem asleep ; And all that mighty ...
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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