Great Poems of the English Language: An AnthologyTudor Publishing Company, 1936 - 1568 sidor |
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... cold , whose silver lyre unstrung . Live thou , whose infamy is not thy fame ! Live ! fear no heavier chastisement from me , Thou noteless blot on a remembered name ! But be thyself , and know thyself to be ! And ever at thy season be ...
... cold , whose silver lyre unstrung . Live thou , whose infamy is not thy fame ! Live ! fear no heavier chastisement from me , Thou noteless blot on a remembered name ! But be thyself , and know thyself to be ! And ever at thy season be ...
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... cold , Ungrateful , that for these most manifold High gifts , I render nothing back at all ? Not so ; not cold , but very poor instead . Ask God who knows . For frequent tears have run The colours from my life , and left so dead And ...
... cold , Ungrateful , that for these most manifold High gifts , I render nothing back at all ? Not so ; not cold , but very poor instead . Ask God who knows . For frequent tears have run The colours from my life , and left so dead And ...
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... cold and dead . O Captain ! my Captain ! rise up and hear the bells ; Rise up for you the flag is flung - for you the bugle trills , For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths for you the shores a - crowding , For you they call , the swaying ...
... cold and dead . O Captain ! my Captain ! rise up and hear the bells ; Rise up for you the flag is flung - for you the bugle trills , For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths for you the shores a - crowding , For you they call , the swaying ...
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angels Annabel Lee art thou ASTROPHEL AND STELLA auld lang syne beauty bells beneath birds birks of Aberfeldy breast breath bright brow Camelot clouds dark dark Rosaleen dead dear death deep delight divine dost doth dream earth eyes face fair fear fire flowers glory golden grace grave green hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour kiss Lady of Shalott Lars Porsena leaves light lips live lonely look love's lute lyre mind moon morn Muse Nature's ne'er never night o'er pale praise rose round Samian wine Sandalphon scorn shade shadow shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars stream sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought Twas voice wandering waves weep wild wind wings woods youth