Six Centuries of Great Poetry, Volume 2033Robert Penn Warren, Albert Erskine |
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... play of passion , Our mirth the music of division . Our mothers ' wombs the tiring - houses be , Where we are ... play is done . Thus march we , playing , to our latest rest , Only we die in earnest , that ' s no jest . Epitaph Even such ...
... play of passion , Our mirth the music of division . Our mothers ' wombs the tiring - houses be , Where we are ... play is done . Thus march we , playing , to our latest rest , Only we die in earnest , that ' s no jest . Epitaph Even such ...
Page 316
... play , and let us away Till the morning appears in the skies . " " No , no , let us play , for it is yet day And we cannot go to sleep ; Besides , in the sky the little birds fly And the hills are all covered with sheep . " " Well ...
... play , and let us away Till the morning appears in the skies . " " No , no , let us play , for it is yet day And we cannot go to sleep ; Besides , in the sky the little birds fly And the hills are all covered with sheep . " " Well ...
Page 353
... play , Came to the mariners ' hollo ! In mist or cloud , on mast or shroud , It perched for vespers nine ; Whiles all the night , through fog - smoke white , Glimmered the white moon - shine . " " God save thee , ancient Mariner ! From ...
... play , Came to the mariners ' hollo ! In mist or cloud , on mast or shroud , It perched for vespers nine ; Whiles all the night , through fog - smoke white , Glimmered the white moon - shine . " " God save thee , ancient Mariner ! From ...
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