The New Golden Treasury of English VerseEdward Leeson Macmillan, 1980 - 506 páginas |
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... land Of Walsingham Met you not with my true love By the way as you came ? ' How shall I know your true love That have met many one As I went to the holy land That have come , that have gone ? ' She is neither white nor brown But as the ...
... land Of Walsingham Met you not with my true love By the way as you came ? ' How shall I know your true love That have met many one As I went to the holy land That have come , that have gone ? ' She is neither white nor brown But as the ...
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... land , How could unguarded virtue stand ? ' With horror , grief , despair , the Dean Beheld their dire destructive scene : His friends in exile , or the Tow'r , Himself within the frown of pow'r ; Pursued by base envenomed pens , Far to ...
... land , How could unguarded virtue stand ? ' With horror , grief , despair , the Dean Beheld their dire destructive scene : His friends in exile , or the Tow'r , Himself within the frown of pow'r ; Pursued by base envenomed pens , Far to ...
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... land to land ; ' I pass , like night , from land to land ; I have strange power of speech ; That moment that his face I see , I know the man that must hear me : To him my tale I teach . ' What loud uproar bursts from that door ! The ...
... land to land ; ' I pass , like night , from land to land ; I have strange power of speech ; That moment that his face I see , I know the man that must hear me : To him my tale I teach . ' What loud uproar bursts from that door ! The ...
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Anonymous | 1 |
From Troilus and Criseyde | 10 |
John Skelton ?14601529 | 19 |
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Términos y frases comunes
Adlestrop beauty Beeny beneath bird blood breast breath bright clouds Colour-Sergeant dance Danny Deever dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth echo ring eternal ev'ry eyes face fair fall fear fire flame flowers forto grace Grantchester green GRONGAR HILL hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill honour Hymen kings kiss land leaves light live look Lord lute Lycidas mind moon morning Muse ne'er never NICHOLAS BRETON night nymphs o'er peace pleasure pow'r praise pride rest rose round Samian wine shade shadow shine sigh sight sing Sir Patrick Spens sleep smile song soul sound spirit spring stars stood sweet tears tell thee thine things thought Timor mortis conturbat Tiresias trees twas unto voice vrom W. B. YEATS weep wild wind woods youth