Collins Albatross Book of VerseLouis Untermeyer Collins, 1960 - 672 sider |
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Side 45
... blood , Edward , Edward ? Why does your sword so drip with blood , And why so sad are ye , O ? " " O I have killed my hawk so good , Mother , mother , OI have killed my hawk so good And I have no more but he , O. " " Your hawk's blood ...
... blood , Edward , Edward ? Why does your sword so drip with blood , And why so sad are ye , O ? " " O I have killed my hawk so good , Mother , mother , OI have killed my hawk so good And I have no more but he , O. " " Your hawk's blood ...
Side 567
... blood - swept ears was the sound Of the words I kept repeating , Repeating with tightened arms , and the hot blood's blind - fold art . Her breath flew warm against my neck , Warm as a flame in the close night air ; And the sense of her ...
... blood - swept ears was the sound Of the words I kept repeating , Repeating with tightened arms , and the hot blood's blind - fold art . Her breath flew warm against my neck , Warm as a flame in the close night air ; And the sense of her ...
Side 577
... blood from the Starved Man's wounded Side : He bears in His Heart all wounds , —those of the light that died , The last faint spark In the self - murdered heart , the wounds of the sad uncompre- hending dark , The wounds of the baited ...
... blood from the Starved Man's wounded Side : He bears in His Heart all wounds , —those of the light that died , The last faint spark In the self - murdered heart , the wounds of the sad uncompre- hending dark , The wounds of the baited ...
Indhold
EARLY BALLADS | 25 |
EARLY SONGS | 60 |
THE FOURTEENTH TO SIXTEENTH CENTURIES | 79 |
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A. E. Housman Annabel Lee beauty birds blow breast breath bright Childe Harold's Pilgrimage Childe Maurice cloud dance dark dead dear death delight dost doth dream dust earth eternal eyes fair fear feet fire flowers give Glasgerion golden grass grave green hair hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven HOUNDS OF SPRING Israfel King kiss lady land leaves light lips live look Lord Lord Randal love's lover Lycidas moon morning never night nymph o'er pale poems praise rain Ralph Hodgson rose round shadow shining sigh silent sing Sir Patrick Spens sleep smile soft song sonnet soul sound spirit spring stars sweet T. S. Eliot tears tell thee thine things thou art thought tree twas verse voice W. B. Yeats weep wild wind wings youth