The English Parnassus: An Anthology Chiefly of Longer PoemsClarendon Press, 1967 - 786 sivua |
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Sivu 54
... blood , As Palamon to sleen his fo Arcite . The jelous strokes on hir helmes byte ; Out renneth blood on bothe hir sydes rede . 1770 Som tyme an ende ther is of every dede ; For er the sonne un - to the reste wente , The stronge king ...
... blood , As Palamon to sleen his fo Arcite . The jelous strokes on hir helmes byte ; Out renneth blood on bothe hir sydes rede . 1770 Som tyme an ende ther is of every dede ; For er the sonne un - to the reste wente , The stronge king ...
Sivu 119
... blood Spoke in her cheekes , and so distinctly wrought , That one might almost say , her body thought ; Shee , shee , thus richly and largely hous'd , is gone ; And chides us slow - pac'd snailes who crawle upon Our prisons prison ...
... blood Spoke in her cheekes , and so distinctly wrought , That one might almost say , her body thought ; Shee , shee , thus richly and largely hous'd , is gone ; And chides us slow - pac'd snailes who crawle upon Our prisons prison ...
Sivu 154
... blood , What may not Israel hope , and what applause Might such a general gain by such a cause ? Not barren praise alone , that gaudy flower , Fair only to the sight , but solid power ; And nobler is a limited command , Given by the ...
... blood , What may not Israel hope , and what applause Might such a general gain by such a cause ? Not barren praise alone , that gaudy flower , Fair only to the sight , but solid power ; And nobler is a limited command , Given by the ...
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Arcite arms beauty beneath blood breast breath brest Burns Byron Camelot Chaucer cloud cold dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth Emelye eyes face fair fame fate fear flowers grace grief hand hast hath hear heart heaven herte honour Jebusites King lady Lady of Shalott light live look lord Lycidas mighty Milton mind mordre Muse namore never night nymph o'er once Ovid Oxus pain Palamon pale PARNASSUS passion poem poet poetry Pope praise rose round Rustum Saturn seem'd seyde shal sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile Sohrab song sorrow soul sound spirit stars sterte stood stream sweet swich tears Tennyson Thebes thee ther Theseus thine things thou art thought thro trewely twas unto up-on voice weep whan whyl whyt wind wolde words wyde youth