The Book of Georgian VerseWilliam Stanley Braithwaite Duckworth, 1914 - 1313 páginas |
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... pain in each degree ; ' Tis bliss but to a certain bound , Beyond is agony . Then take this treacherous sense of mine , Which dooms me still to smart ; Which pleasure can to pain refine , To pain new pangs impart . O , haste to shed the ...
... pain in each degree ; ' Tis bliss but to a certain bound , Beyond is agony . Then take this treacherous sense of mine , Which dooms me still to smart ; Which pleasure can to pain refine , To pain new pangs impart . O , haste to shed the ...
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... pain , Shall get a fright afore we part , Will gar them fear to come again . Then , fill about , my winsome chiels ! The sparklin ' glass will banish pine ; Nae pain the happy bosom feels , Sae free o ' care as yours and mine . Blithe ...
... pain , Shall get a fright afore we part , Will gar them fear to come again . Then , fill about , my winsome chiels ! The sparklin ' glass will banish pine ; Nae pain the happy bosom feels , Sae free o ' care as yours and mine . Blithe ...
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... pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety . Waking or asleep , Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals ...
... pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety . Waking or asleep , Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals ...
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Arethusa auld auld lang syne baloo beauty beneath bird bless bloom bonnie Bonny Dundee bosom bower braes breast breath bright Brignall busk canna charms cheek dance dark dead dear death doth dream e'en e'er earth eyes fair fear flowers frae grave green ha'e hame hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill hour Inchcape Rock Kilmeny lady land lass lassie light lo'e look Lord Lord Byron loud maid maun moon morning ne'er never night o'er pain pale R. B. Sheridan rill rose round S. T. Coleridge shade sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou art thought thro tree Twas voice W. S. Landor Warwickshire waves weel weep wild wind wings wyfe Yarrow youth