Enjoying PoetryMark Van Doren W. Sloane Associates, 1951 - 556 sidor |
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... heaven . It is as if the very bell that was tolling for someone's death had changed into a chime ( line 18 ) . But we only think our new state is heaven . It is not the true heaven , it is that imitation of it which comes in spring , or ...
... heaven . It is as if the very bell that was tolling for someone's death had changed into a chime ( line 18 ) . But we only think our new state is heaven . It is not the true heaven , it is that imitation of it which comes in spring , or ...
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... Heaven above , Nor the demons down under the sea , Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee : - For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee ; And the stars never rise but ...
... Heaven above , Nor the demons down under the sea , Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee : - For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee ; And the stars never rise but ...
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... heaven , I would speak my heart out ; heaven is my need . Every woodland tree is flushing like the dogwood , Flashing like the whitebeam , swaying like the reed . Flushing like the dogwood crimson in October ; Streaming like the flag ...
... heaven , I would speak my heart out ; heaven is my need . Every woodland tree is flushing like the dogwood , Flashing like the whitebeam , swaying like the reed . Flushing like the dogwood crimson in October ; Streaming like the flag ...
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An Ode Matthew Prior Linda | 4 |
To Lucasta on Going to the Wars Richard Lovelace | 5 |
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alliteration Andrew Marvell Annabel Lee auld lang syne beauty bird blood breast breath bright child cloud cold dark dead dear death doth dreams earth Emily Dickinson eyes fair fall feet flowers gone grass grave green hair hand hath hear heard heart heaven hill iambic iambic pentameter kiss lady land leaves light live look lover Lycidas lyre mind moon morning never night o'er once Oven Bird pale Philosopher's Song poem poet poetry praise quatrain rhyme Roman Road rose round Samian wine shade shadow shine shore silent silver dawn sing Sir Patrick Spens sleep smiling song sonnet soul sound spirit spring stanza stars sweet syllables tears tell thee thine thing thou thought trees trimeter verse voice wall waves weary weep wild wind wings wonder words