Anthology of the World's Best Poems, Volumen3W. H. Wise, 1948 - 3198 páginas |
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... things within him , as other poets do : he does not feel the creative impulse that makes all emotions seem new . No , it is not the stir of the heart that sets his pen in motion , but the brain of the artificer , striving to put an idea ...
... things within him , as other poets do : he does not feel the creative impulse that makes all emotions seem new . No , it is not the stir of the heart that sets his pen in motion , but the brain of the artificer , striving to put an idea ...
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... things , all objects of all thought , And rolls through all things . Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods , And mountains ; and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye , and ear ...
... things , all objects of all thought , And rolls through all things . Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods , And mountains ; and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye , and ear ...
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... things like that , you know , must be After a famous victory . ' Great praise the Duke of Marlbro ' won , And our good Prince Eugene . ' ' Why , ' twas a very wicked thing ! ' Said little Wilhelmine . ' Nay ... nay . . . my little girl ...
... things like that , you know , must be After a famous victory . ' Great praise the Duke of Marlbro ' won , And our good Prince Eugene . ' ' Why , ' twas a very wicked thing ! ' Said little Wilhelmine . ' Nay ... nay . . . my little girl ...
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