The English Parnassus: An Anthology Chiefly of Longer PoemsClarendon Press, 1961 - 786 sivua |
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Sivu 190
... fate more hard Gained but one trump and one plebeian card . With his broad sabre next , a chief in years , The hoary majesty of spades appears , Puts forth one manly leg , to sight revealed , The rest , his many - coloured robe ...
... fate more hard Gained but one trump and one plebeian card . With his broad sabre next , a chief in years , The hoary majesty of spades appears , Puts forth one manly leg , to sight revealed , The rest , his many - coloured robe ...
Sivu 196
... fate , In mystic visions , now believed too late ! See the poor remnants of these slighted hairs ! My hands shall rend what ev'n thy rapine spares : These in two sable ringlets taught to break , Once gave new beauties to the snowy neck ...
... fate , In mystic visions , now believed too late ! See the poor remnants of these slighted hairs ! My hands shall rend what ev'n thy rapine spares : These in two sable ringlets taught to break , Once gave new beauties to the snowy neck ...
Sivu 280
... fate ! ' If for that fate such public tears be shed , That Victory seems to die now THOU art dead ; How shall a friend his nearer hope resign , That friend a brother , and whose soul was thine ? By what bold lines shall we his grief ...
... fate ! ' If for that fate such public tears be shed , That Victory seems to die now THOU art dead ; How shall a friend his nearer hope resign , That friend a brother , and whose soul was thine ? By what bold lines shall we his grief ...
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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