Seven Centuries of Verse, English & American, from the Early English Lyrics to the Present Day, Volumen1Arthur James Marshall Smith Scribner, 1967 - 818 páginas |
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... sleep , Lord , and me mourn a space , For , if above all these , my sins abound , " Tis late to ask abundance of Thy grace , When we are there ; here on this lowly ground , Teach me how to repent ; for that's as good As if Thou hadst ...
... sleep , Lord , and me mourn a space , For , if above all these , my sins abound , " Tis late to ask abundance of Thy grace , When we are there ; here on this lowly ground , Teach me how to repent ; for that's as good As if Thou hadst ...
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... sleep in the shadow of Gods from afar Grows dim in thine ears and deep as the deep dim soul of a star , 100 In the ... sleep as they sleep ; even so . For the glass of the years is brittle wherein we gaze for a span ; A little soul for a ...
... sleep in the shadow of Gods from afar Grows dim in thine ears and deep as the deep dim soul of a star , 100 In the ... sleep as they sleep ; even so . For the glass of the years is brittle wherein we gaze for a span ; A little soul for a ...
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... sleep , and take my waking slow . I feel my fate in what I cannot fear . I learn by going where I have to go . We think by feeling . What is there to know ? I hear my being dance from ear to ear . I wake to sleep , and take my waking ...
... sleep , and take my waking slow . I feel my fate in what I cannot fear . I learn by going where I have to go . We think by feeling . What is there to know ? I hear my being dance from ear to ear . I wake to sleep , and take my waking ...
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PART | 3 |
GEOFFREY CHAUCER 1340?1400 | 11 |
ENGLISH SCOTTISH POPULAR BALLADS | 53 |
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A. E. Housman beauty birds bless blood blow breast breath bright Clerk Saunders cloud dance dark dead dear death deep doth dream E. E. Cummings earth eternal eyes face fair fear fire flowers glory grace grave green hair hand hath head hear heard heart heaven John Barleycorn King kiss Lady of Shalott land leave light live look Lord Lord Randal Lycidas maid moon mordre morning never night nymph o'er pleasure Poems rose round shade shine sigh sight sing Sir Bedivere sleep snow song soul sound spirit spring stars sweet Sylphs T. S. Eliot tears tell Thalestris thee Theodore Roethke thine things thou art thou hast thought tree Twas voice W. H. Auden walk waves wild wind wings wonder woods