The Flower of the Mind: A Choice Among the Best PoemsG. Richards, 1904 - 347 lappuses |
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1.–5. rezultāts no 47.
x. lappuse
... rests , and interlinear pauses , are almost always written in anapæsts . The later writer has slipped away from the fine , various , and subtle metre of the older . Assuredly the popularity of the metre which , for want of a term ...
... rests , and interlinear pauses , are almost always written in anapæsts . The later writer has slipped away from the fine , various , and subtle metre of the older . Assuredly the popularity of the metre which , for want of a term ...
xii. lappuse
... rest On her sweet breast That is the pride of Cynthia's train ' ; from Cowley : ' Return , return , gay planet of mine east ' ! The poems in which these are cannot make part of the volume , but the citation of the fragments is a ...
... rest On her sweet breast That is the pride of Cynthia's train ' ; from Cowley : ' Return , return , gay planet of mine east ' ! The poems in which these are cannot make part of the volume , but the citation of the fragments is a ...
7. lappuse
... rest be thine . Then I thy sovereign praises loud will sing , That all the woods shall answer , and their echo ring . Hark ! how the minstrels ' gin to shrill aloud Their merry Music that resounds from far , The pipe , the tabor , and ...
... rest be thine . Then I thy sovereign praises loud will sing , That all the woods shall answer , and their echo ring . Hark ! how the minstrels ' gin to shrill aloud Their merry Music that resounds from far , The pipe , the tabor , and ...
11. lappuse
... , and drunken be withal . Crown ye God Bacchus with a coronal , And Hymen also crown with wreaths of vine ; And let the Graces dance unto the rest , For they can do it best : The whiles the maidens do their carol sing , To 11 Edmund ...
... , and drunken be withal . Crown ye God Bacchus with a coronal , And Hymen also crown with wreaths of vine ; And let the Graces dance unto the rest , For they can do it best : The whiles the maidens do their carol sing , To 11 Edmund ...
12. lappuse
... rest . Long though it be , at last I see it gloom , And the bright evening - star with golden crest Appear out of the East . Fair child of beauty ! glorious lamp of love ! That all the host of heaven in ranks dost lead , And guidest ...
... rest . Long though it be , at last I see it gloom , And the bright evening - star with golden crest Appear out of the East . Fair child of beauty ! glorious lamp of love ! That all the host of heaven in ranks dost lead , And guidest ...
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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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