The Chilswell Book of English PoetryLongmans, Green, 1926 - 272 էջ |
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... dark glen Yew She wove , and she would sing . VI And with her fingers old and brown She plaited Mats o ' Rushes , And gave them to the Cottagers She met among the Bushes . VII Old Meg was brave as Margaret Queen And tall as Amazon : An ...
... dark glen Yew She wove , and she would sing . VI And with her fingers old and brown She plaited Mats o ' Rushes , And gave them to the Cottagers She met among the Bushes . VII Old Meg was brave as Margaret Queen And tall as Amazon : An ...
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... dark . · Once I was a sunbeam fair , Darting thro ' the awaken'd air . Quickly to a green leaf gone , On a forest tree I shone . Steely lightning struck the bough , And I sank into a slough . Many ages there I lay , Ere I saw the All ...
... dark . · Once I was a sunbeam fair , Darting thro ' the awaken'd air . Quickly to a green leaf gone , On a forest tree I shone . Steely lightning struck the bough , And I sank into a slough . Many ages there I lay , Ere I saw the All ...
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... dark foundations deep , And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep . XIII Ring out ye Crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears , ( If ye have power to touch our senses so ) And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ...
... dark foundations deep , And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep . XIII Ring out ye Crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears , ( If ye have power to touch our senses so ) And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ...
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... but profoundest Hell can be his shroud ; In vain with Timbrel'd Anthems dark The sable - stolèd Sorcerers bear his worshipt Ark . XXIV . stoled ] cloaked . C He feels from Juda's Land XXV The dreaded Infant's hand 33.
... but profoundest Hell can be his shroud ; In vain with Timbrel'd Anthems dark The sable - stolèd Sorcerers bear his worshipt Ark . XXIV . stoled ] cloaked . C He feels from Juda's Land XXV The dreaded Infant's hand 33.
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... dark Satanic mills ? Bring me my Bow of burning gold ! Bring me my Arrows of desire ! Bring me my Spear ! O clouds , unfold ! Bring me my Chariot of fire ! I will not cease from Mental Fight , Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand , Till ...
... dark Satanic mills ? Bring me my Bow of burning gold ! Bring me my Arrows of desire ! Bring me my Spear ! O clouds , unfold ! Bring me my Chariot of fire ! I will not cease from Mental Fight , Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand , Till ...
Common terms and phrases
A. E. Housman auld auld lang syne beauty beneath birds blow breath bright Burns calm Cassius cloud cold dark dead dear death deep delight doth dread dream earth echoing Green eyes fair Farewell flowers glory grave green hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Henry Newbolt hill John Anderson king Kirconnell land Laurence Binyon leaves light live lonely Lord loud Lycidas maun Milton mist moon morning never night o'er pain pale peace Plymouth Hoe poem QUINQUEREME rest Ring round seem'd Shakespeare Shelley ship shore silent sing sleep song sorrow soul sound spirit Spring stanza stars stream sweet syne tears thee thine things thou art thought tree True Thomas Twas voice W. B. Yeats W. H. Davies waves weary wild wind wings woods youth