The English Parnassus: An Anthology Chiefly of Longer PoemsClarendon Press, 1967 - 786 sivua |
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Tulokset 1 - 3 kokonaismäärästä 73
Sivu 38
... grace , and thus he seyde : To speke of royal linage and richesse , Though that she were a quene or a princesse , Ech of yow bothe is worthy , doutelees , To wedden whan tyme is , but nathelees ( I speke as for my suster Emelye , For ...
... grace , and thus he seyde : To speke of royal linage and richesse , Though that she were a quene or a princesse , Ech of yow bothe is worthy , doutelees , To wedden whan tyme is , but nathelees ( I speke as for my suster Emelye , For ...
Sivu 180
... grace is op'ning on my soul : Come , if thou dar'st , all charming as thou art ! Oppose thyself to heav'n ; dispute my heart ; Come , with one glance of those deluding eyes Blot out each bright Idea of the skies ; Take back that grace ...
... grace is op'ning on my soul : Come , if thou dar'st , all charming as thou art ! Oppose thyself to heav'n ; dispute my heart ; Come , with one glance of those deluding eyes Blot out each bright Idea of the skies ; Take back that grace ...
Sivu 202
... grace beyond the reach of art , Which without passing thro ' the judgment , gains The heart , and all its end at once attains . In prospects thus , some objects please our eyes , Which out of nature's common order rise , The shapeless ...
... grace beyond the reach of art , Which without passing thro ' the judgment , gains The heart , and all its end at once attains . In prospects thus , some objects please our eyes , Which out of nature's common order rise , The shapeless ...
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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