The English Parnassus: An Anthology Chiefly of Longer PoemsClarendon Press, 1967 - 786 sivua |
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Tulokset 1 - 3 kokonaismäärästä 73
Sivu 86
... fall : and by her fall we learne , That cities , towres , wealth , world , and al shall quayle . No manhoode , might , nor nothing mought prevayle , Al were there prest ful many a prynce and piere And many a knight that solde his death ...
... fall : and by her fall we learne , That cities , towres , wealth , world , and al shall quayle . No manhoode , might , nor nothing mought prevayle , Al were there prest ful many a prynce and piere And many a knight that solde his death ...
Sivu 418
... falls the Coliseum , Rome shall fall ; And when Rome falls - the World . ' From our own land Thus spake the pilgrims o'er this mighty wall In Saxon times , which we are wont to call Ancient ; and these three mortal things are still On ...
... falls the Coliseum , Rome shall fall ; And when Rome falls - the World . ' From our own land Thus spake the pilgrims o'er this mighty wall In Saxon times , which we are wont to call Ancient ; and these three mortal things are still On ...
Sivu 512
... fall ? Am I to leave this haven of my rest , This cradle of my glory , this soft clime , This calm luxuriance of blissful light , These crystalline pavilions , and pure fanes , Of all my lucent empire ? It is left Deserted , void , nor ...
... fall ? Am I to leave this haven of my rest , This cradle of my glory , this soft clime , This calm luxuriance of blissful light , These crystalline pavilions , and pure fanes , Of all my lucent empire ? It is left Deserted , void , nor ...
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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