The Flower of the Mind: A Choice Among the Best PoemsG. Richards, 1904 - 347 lappuses |
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1.–5. rezultāts no 54.
xi. lappuse
... looks ' as the eagle that hath so oft compared Her eye with heaven's ' ; from Marlowe's poem , also unmanageable , that in which Love ran to the priestess ' And laid his childish head upon her breast ' ; with that which tells how Night ...
... looks ' as the eagle that hath so oft compared Her eye with heaven's ' ; from Marlowe's poem , also unmanageable , that in which Love ran to the priestess ' And laid his childish head upon her breast ' ; with that which tells how Night ...
3. lappuse
... look on me at last , With lovely light to clear my cloudy grief : Till then I wander , careful , comfortless , In secret sorrow and sad pensiveness . EPITHALAMION YE learned sisters , which have oftentimes Been to me aiding , others to ...
... look on me at last , With lovely light to clear my cloudy grief : Till then I wander , careful , comfortless , In secret sorrow and sad pensiveness . EPITHALAMION YE learned sisters , which have oftentimes Been to me aiding , others to ...
11. lappuse
... look to glance awry , Which may let in a little thought unsound . Why blush ye , love , to give to me your hand , The pledge of all our band ? Sing , ye sweet Angels , Alleluja sing , That all the woods may answer , and your echo ring ...
... look to glance awry , Which may let in a little thought unsound . Why blush ye , love , to give to me your hand , The pledge of all our band ? Sing , ye sweet Angels , Alleluja sing , That all the woods may answer , and your echo ring ...
18. lappuse
... I read it in thy looks ; thy languished grace , To me , that feel the like , thy state descries . Then , e'en of fellowship , O Moon , tell 18 Sir Philip Sidney SIR PHILIP SIDNEY (1554-1586) TRUE LOVE THE MOON KISS 1 1 2 00 2 3 3.
... I read it in thy looks ; thy languished grace , To me , that feel the like , thy state descries . Then , e'en of fellowship , O Moon , tell 18 Sir Philip Sidney SIR PHILIP SIDNEY (1554-1586) TRUE LOVE THE MOON KISS 1 1 2 00 2 3 3.
19. lappuse
... looks ? If I Have changed desert , let mine own conscience be A still - felt plague to self - condemning me , Let woe gripe on my heart , shame load mine eye ; But if all faith , like spotless ermine , lie Safe in my soul , which only ...
... looks ? If I Have changed desert , let mine own conscience be A still - felt plague to self - condemning me , Let woe gripe on my heart , shame load mine eye ; But if all faith , like spotless ermine , lie Safe in my soul , which only ...
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Andrew Marvell ANNA LAETITIA BARBAULD beauty beneath birds blest bower breast breath bright calm CHARLES LAMB cheek Cherry Ripe child cloud cold dance dark dead dear death deep delight divine dost doth dream earth eyes fair fear flowers gentle glory golden grave green grief hame hand happy HARTLEY COLERIDGE hath hear heard heart heaven Henry Vaughan holy hour Kirconnell kiss lamb land land of mist leaves light lips live look loud Love's Lycidas maidens mighty heart moon morning mountains muse ne'er never night numbers o'er pale poem poet rose round sails Samian wine shade shine ship sigh sight silent sing Sir Patrick Spens sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stanza stars sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought top-mast Twas voice wander waves weary Wedding-Guest weep wild wind wind-flowers wings Yarrow
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