Poetical WorksW.W. Swayne, 1870 |
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Արդյունքներ 77–ի 1-ից 3-ը:
Էջ 51
... WEEP WHEN I AM LOW ? AND wilt thou weep when I am low ? Sweet lady ! speak those words again : Yet if they grieve thee , say not so- I would not give that bosom pain . My heart is sad , my hopes are gone , My blood runs coldly through ...
... WEEP WHEN I AM LOW ? AND wilt thou weep when I am low ? Sweet lady ! speak those words again : Yet if they grieve thee , say not so- I would not give that bosom pain . My heart is sad , my hopes are gone , My blood runs coldly through ...
Էջ 67
... WEEP FOR THOSE . On ! weep for those that wept by Babel's stream , Whose shrines are desolate , whose land a dream ; Weep for the harp of Judah's broken shell ; Mourn where their God hath dwelt , the godless dwell ! And where shall ...
... WEEP FOR THOSE . On ! weep for those that wept by Babel's stream , Whose shrines are desolate , whose land a dream ; Weep for the harp of Judah's broken shell ; Mourn where their God hath dwelt , the godless dwell ! And where shall ...
Էջ 309
... weep for those the heart endears- That is , till deeper griefs congeal our tears . XVI . So Juan wept , as wept the captive Jews By Babel's waters , still remembering Sion : I'd weep , but mine is not a weeping Muse , And such light ...
... weep for those the heart endears- That is , till deeper griefs congeal our tears . XVI . So Juan wept , as wept the captive Jews By Babel's waters , still remembering Sion : I'd weep , but mine is not a weeping Muse , And such light ...
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HOURS OF IDLENESS | 8 |
On the Death of a Young Lady Cousin to the Author | 15 |
Fragment written shortly after the Marriage of Miss Chaworth | 21 |
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