The English Parnassus: An Anthology Chiefly of Longer PoemsClarendon Press, 1961 - 786 sivua |
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Sivu 178
... soul regains its peaceful state , How often must it love , how often hate ! How often hope , despair , resent ... soul employ , Far other raptures , of unholy joy : When at the close of each sad , sorrowing day , Fancy restores what ...
... soul regains its peaceful state , How often must it love , how often hate ! How often hope , despair , resent ... soul employ , Far other raptures , of unholy joy : When at the close of each sad , sorrowing day , Fancy restores what ...
Sivu 280
... soul was thine ? By what bold lines shall we his grief express , Or by what soothing numbers make it less ? ' Tis not , I know , the chiming of a song , Nor all the powers that to the Muse belong , Words aptly cull'd and meanings well ...
... soul was thine ? By what bold lines shall we his grief express , Or by what soothing numbers make it less ? ' Tis not , I know , the chiming of a song , Nor all the powers that to the Muse belong , Words aptly cull'd and meanings well ...
Sivu 637
... soul , and it's a fire , smoke no it's not ... It's vapour done up like a new - born babe- ( In that shape when you die it leaves your mouth ) It's . . . well , what matters talking , it's the soul ! Give us no more of body than shows soul ...
... soul , and it's a fire , smoke no it's not ... It's vapour done up like a new - born babe- ( In that shape when you die it leaves your mouth ) It's . . . well , what matters talking , it's the soul ! Give us no more of body than shows soul ...
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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