The English Parnassus: An Anthology Chiefly of Longer PoemsClarendon Press, 1961 - 786 sivua |
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Sivu 132
... dead , dead ere his prime Young Lycidas , and hath not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas ? he knew Himself to sing , and build the lofty rhyme . He must not flote upon his watry bear Unwept , and welter to the parching wind ...
... dead , dead ere his prime Young Lycidas , and hath not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas ? he knew Himself to sing , and build the lofty rhyme . He must not flote upon his watry bear Unwept , and welter to the parching wind ...
Sivu 179
... dead . Nature stands check'd ; Religion disapproves ; Ev'n thou art cold - yet Eloïsa loves . Ah hopeless , lasting flames ! like those that burn To light the dead , and warm th ' unfruitful urn . What scenes appear where'er I turn my ...
... dead . Nature stands check'd ; Religion disapproves ; Ev'n thou art cold - yet Eloïsa loves . Ah hopeless , lasting flames ! like those that burn To light the dead , and warm th ' unfruitful urn . What scenes appear where'er I turn my ...
Sivu 336
... dead . But the curse liveth for him in the eye of the dead men . In his loneli- ness and fixed- ness he yearneth to- wards the ' I fear thee and thy glittering eye , And thy skinny hand , so brown .'- Fear not , fear not , thou Wedding ...
... dead . But the curse liveth for him in the eye of the dead men . In his loneli- ness and fixed- ness he yearneth to- wards the ' I fear thee and thy glittering eye , And thy skinny hand , so brown .'- Fear not , fear not , thou Wedding ...
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Arcite arms beauty beneath blood breast breath 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 head hear heart heaven herte honour Jebusites King King Arthur lady Lady of Shalott light live look lord Lycidas mighty Milton mind mordre Muse namore never night nymph o'er once Ovid Oxus pain pale PARNASSUS passion poem poet poetry Pope praise Rome rose round Rustum Saint 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 up-on voice weep whan whyl wild wind wolde words youth