Anthology of the World's Best Poems, 3. kötetW. H. Wise, 1948 - 3198 oldal |
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1371. oldal
... pass into her face . ' Thus Nature spake - The work was done-- How soon my Lucy's race was run ! She died , and left to me This heath , this calm and quiet scene ; The memory of what has been , And never more will be . Upon Westminster ...
... pass into her face . ' Thus Nature spake - The work was done-- How soon my Lucy's race was run ! She died , and left to me This heath , this calm and quiet scene ; The memory of what has been , And never more will be . Upon Westminster ...
1428. oldal
... pass , like night , from land to land ; I have strange power of speech ; That moment that his 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 ...
... pass , like night , from land to land ; I have strange power of speech ; That moment that his 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 ...
1585. oldal
... From the sunset's radiant springs : And the soft dreams of the morn ( Which like wingèd winds had borne To that silent isle , which lies Mid remembered agonies , The frail bark of this lone being ) Pass , 1585 PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY.
... From the sunset's radiant springs : And the soft dreams of the morn ( Which like wingèd winds had borne To that silent isle , which lies Mid remembered agonies , The frail bark of this lone being ) Pass , 1585 PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY.
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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