The English Parnassus: An Anthology Chiefly of Longer PoemsClarendon Press, 1961 - 786 sivua |
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Sivu 404
... turn'd My sickening memory ; and , though Time hath taught My mind to meditate what then it learn'd , Yet such the fix'd inveteracy wrought By the impatience of my early thought , That , with the freshness wearing out before My mind ...
... turn'd My sickening memory ; and , though Time hath taught My mind to meditate what then it learn'd , Yet such the fix'd inveteracy wrought By the impatience of my early thought , That , with the freshness wearing out before My mind ...
Sivu 454
... turn'd his skin . XCVIII He had sung against all battles , and again In their high praise and glory ; he had call'd ... turning round To Satan , Sir , I'm ready to write yours , In two octavo volumes , nicely bound , With notes and ...
... turn'd his skin . XCVIII He had sung against all battles , and again In their high praise and glory ; he had call'd ... turning round To Satan , Sir , I'm ready to write yours , In two octavo volumes , nicely bound , With notes and ...
Sivu 456
... turn'd precisian . ' CVI As for the rest , to come to the conclusion Of this true dream , the telescope is gone Which kept my optics free from all delusion , And show'd me what I in my turn have shown ; All I saw farther , in the last ...
... turn'd precisian . ' CVI As for the rest , to come to the conclusion Of this true dream , the telescope is gone Which kept my optics free from all delusion , And show'd me what I in my turn have shown ; All I saw farther , in the last ...
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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