The New Golden Treasury of English VerseEdward Leeson Macmillan, 1980 - 506 sider |
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... hand in hand in song . His library ( where busts of poets dead And a true Pindar stood without a head ) Received of wits an undistinguished race , Who first his judgement asked , and then a place : Much they extolled his pictures , much ...
... hand in hand in song . His library ( where busts of poets dead And a true Pindar stood without a head ) Received of wits an undistinguished race , Who first his judgement asked , and then a place : Much they extolled his pictures , much ...
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... hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry ? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes ? On what wings dare he aspire ? What the hand dare seize the fire ? And what shoulder , and what art , Could twist the sinews of ...
... hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry ? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes ? On what wings dare he aspire ? What the hand dare seize the fire ? And what shoulder , and what art , Could twist the sinews of ...
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... hands , And Night shall fold him in soft wings . ISAAC ROSENBERG BREAK OF DAY IN THE TRENCHES THE darkness crumbles ... hand You will do the same to a German Soon , no doubt , if it be your pleasure To cross the sleeping green between ...
... hands , And Night shall fold him in soft wings . ISAAC ROSENBERG BREAK OF DAY IN THE TRENCHES THE darkness crumbles ... hand You will do the same to a German Soon , no doubt , if it be your pleasure To cross the sleeping green between ...
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Adlestrop beauty Beeny beneath bird blood breast breath bright clouds Colour-Sergeant dance Danny Deever dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth echo ring eternal ev'ry eyes face fair fall fear fire flame flowers forto grace Grantchester green GRONGAR HILL hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill honour Hymen kings kiss land leaves light live look Lord lute Lycidas mind moon morning Muse ne'er never NICHOLAS BRETON night nymphs o'er peace pleasure pow'r praise pride rest rose round Samian wine shade shadow shine sigh sight sing Sir Patrick Spens sleep smile song soul sound spirit spring stars stood sweet tears tell thee thine things thought Timor mortis conturbat Tiresias trees twas unto voice vrom W. B. YEATS weep wild wind woods youth