The English Parnassus: An Anthology Chiefly of Longer PoemsClarendon Press, 1967 - 786 sivua |
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Tulokset 1 - 3 kokonaismäärästä 80
Sivu 105
... fire , to burne such townes as Troy , Sylvanus weeping for the lovely boy 120 130 140 That now is turn'd into a Cypres tree , Under whose shade the Wood - gods love to bee . And in the midst a silver altar stood , 150 There Hero ...
... fire , to burne such townes as Troy , Sylvanus weeping for the lovely boy 120 130 140 That now is turn'd into a Cypres tree , Under whose shade the Wood - gods love to bee . And in the midst a silver altar stood , 150 There Hero ...
Sivu 380
... fire . A native of the land where I respire The clear air for a while - a passing guest , Where he became a being , -whose desire Was to be glorious ; ' twas a foolish quest , The which to gain and keep , he sacrificed all rest . LXXVII ...
... fire . A native of the land where I respire The clear air for a while - a passing guest , Where he became a being , -whose desire Was to be glorious ; ' twas a foolish quest , The which to gain and keep , he sacrificed all rest . LXXVII ...
Sivu 655
... fire once in us , Makes of all else mere stuff to show itself : We penetrate our life with such a glow As fire lends wood and iron - this turns steel , That burns to ash - all's one , fire proves its power For good or ill , since men ...
... fire once in us , Makes of all else mere stuff to show itself : We penetrate our life with such a glow As fire lends wood and iron - this turns steel , That burns to ash - all's one , fire proves its power For good or ill , since men ...
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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