The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250-1918Arthur Quiller-Couch, Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch At the Clarendon Press, 1939 - 1171 sidor |
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Sida 350
... tears , To strew the Laureat Herse where Lycid lies . For so to interpose a little ease , Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise . Ay me ! Whilst thee the shores , and sounding Seas Wash far away , where ere thy bones are hurld ...
... tears , To strew the Laureat Herse where Lycid lies . For so to interpose a little ease , Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise . Ay me ! Whilst thee the shores , and sounding Seas Wash far away , where ere thy bones are hurld ...
Sida 371
... tear . When sorrow would be seen In her brightest majesty , -For she is a Queen- Then is she drest by none but thee ... tears do fall and fall . Does night lose her eyes ? Still the fountain weeps for all . Let day and night do what ...
... tear . When sorrow would be seen In her brightest majesty , -For she is a Queen- Then is she drest by none but thee ... tears do fall and fall . Does night lose her eyes ? Still the fountain weeps for all . Let day and night do what ...
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... tears fell with the dews at even ; Her tears fell ere the dews were dried ; She could not look on the sweet heaven , Either at morn or eventide . After the flitting of the bats , When thickest dark did trance the sky , She drew her ...
... tears fell with the dews at even ; Her tears fell ere the dews were dried ; She could not look on the sweet heaven , Either at morn or eventide . After the flitting of the bats , When thickest dark did trance the sky , She drew her ...
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