Poetry in EnglishMacmillan, 1970 - 758 páginas |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-3 de 93
Página 44
... thou wouldst not love me . Greensleeves was all my joy ... They set thee up , they took thee down , They served thee with humility ; And Thy foot might not once touch the ground , yet thou wouldst not love me . Greensleeves was all my ...
... thou wouldst not love me . Greensleeves was all my joy ... They set thee up , they took thee down , They served thee with humility ; And Thy foot might not once touch the ground , yet thou wouldst not love me . Greensleeves was all my ...
Página 70
... Thou little think'st and less dost know The cause of this thy mother's moan ; Thou want'st the wit to wail her woe , And I myself am all alone : Why dost thou weep ? why dost thou wail ? And know'st not yet what thou dost ail . Come ...
... Thou little think'st and less dost know The cause of this thy mother's moan ; Thou want'st the wit to wail her woe , And I myself am all alone : Why dost thou weep ? why dost thou wail ? And know'st not yet what thou dost ail . Come ...
Página 394
... Thou who always lov'st art with me here , That I am never left by Thee behind , But by thyself Thou keep'st me ever near ; The fire burns brighter when with Thee I look , And seems a kinder servant sent to me ; With gladder heart I read ...
... Thou who always lov'st art with me here , That I am never left by Thee behind , But by thyself Thou keep'st me ever near ; The fire burns brighter when with Thee I look , And seems a kinder servant sent to me ; With gladder heart I read ...
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
Términos y frases comunes
beauty bird blood breath bright child cloud D. H. Lawrence dark dead dear death delight divine dost doth dream dust E. E. Cummings earth eternal eyes face fair fear fire flowers glory grace grave green Greensleeves hair hand hath hear heart heaven holy kiss leaves light live look Lord Lord Randal Lycidas mind moon morning mother mourn Muse ne'er never night o'er pain reprinted by permission rest rose round Samian wine shal shine shore silent sing Sir Patrick Spens sleep smile song Sonnet 66 soul spirit spring stars sweet tears Ted Hughes tell thanne thee thine things thou art thought Timor mortis conturbat tree unto voice W. H. Auden weep whan wild wind wings wonder ΙΟ