The English Parnassus: An Anthology Chiefly of Longer PoemsClarendon Press, 1961 - 786 sivua |
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Tulokset 1 - 3 kokonaismäärästä 80
Sivu 179
... rise , Stain all my soul , and wanton in my eyes . I waste the Matin lamp in sighs for thee , Thy image steals ... rising soul , One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight , Priests , tapers , temples , swim before my sight : In ...
... rise , Stain all my soul , and wanton in my eyes . I waste the Matin lamp in sighs for thee , Thy image steals ... rising soul , One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight , Priests , tapers , temples , swim before my sight : In ...
Sivu 315
... rise So often that demand such sacrifice ; More skilful in self - knowledge , even more pure , As tempted more ; more able to endure , As more exposed to suffering and distress ; Thence , also , more alive to tenderness . ' Tis he whose ...
... rise So often that demand such sacrifice ; More skilful in self - knowledge , even more pure , As tempted more ; more able to endure , As more exposed to suffering and distress ; Thence , also , more alive to tenderness . ' Tis he whose ...
Sivu 615
... the dance ; -till I retire : Dumb is that tower which spake so loud , And high in heaven the streaming cloud , And on the downs a rising fire : 2770 2780 2790 2800 And rise , O moon , from yonder down , IN MEMORIAM 615.
... the dance ; -till I retire : Dumb is that tower which spake so loud , And high in heaven the streaming cloud , And on the downs a rising fire : 2770 2780 2790 2800 And rise , O moon , from yonder down , IN MEMORIAM 615.
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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