The New Golden Treasury of English VerseEdward Leeson Macmillan, 1980 - 506 էջ |
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Արդյունքներ 37–ի 1-ից 3-ը:
Էջ 103
... thy soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine : But might I of Jove's nectar sup , I would not change for thine . I sent thee late a rosy wreath , Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be . But ...
... thy soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine : But might I of Jove's nectar sup , I would not change for thine . I sent thee late a rosy wreath , Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be . But ...
Էջ 193
... thine . Sir Formal , though unsought , attends thy quill And does thy northern dedications fill . Nor let false friends seduce thy mind to fame By arrogating Jonson's hostile name ; Let father Flecknoe fire thy mind with praise And uncle ...
... thine . Sir Formal , though unsought , attends thy quill And does thy northern dedications fill . Nor let false friends seduce thy mind to fame By arrogating Jonson's hostile name ; Let father Flecknoe fire thy mind with praise And uncle ...
Էջ 337
... thine would be all But an empty vaunt , A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want . What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields , or waves , or mountains ? What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine ...
... thine would be all But an empty vaunt , A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want . What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields , or waves , or mountains ? What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine ...
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