Six Centuries of Great Poetry, Volume 2033Robert Penn Warren, Albert Erskine |
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... wild , like thee ? EPODE In earliest Greece , to thee , with partial choice , The grief - full Muse addressed her infant tongue ; The maids and matrons , on her awful voice , Silent and pale , in wild amazement hung . Yet he , the bard ...
... wild , like thee ? EPODE In earliest Greece , to thee , with partial choice , The grief - full Muse addressed her infant tongue ; The maids and matrons , on her awful voice , Silent and pale , in wild amazement hung . Yet he , the bard ...
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... wild - reävèn west winds , as you do roar on , The elems do rock an ' the poplars do ply , An ' weäve do dreve weäve in the dark - watered pon'- Oh , where do ye rise vrom , an ' where do ye die ? O wild - reävèn winds , I do wish I ...
... wild - reävèn west winds , as you do roar on , The elems do rock an ' the poplars do ply , An ' weäve do dreve weäve in the dark - watered pon'- Oh , where do ye rise vrom , an ' where do ye die ? O wild - reävèn winds , I do wish I ...
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... wild ; And set me scarlet wool to spin , And all my breast with hyssop filled ; Upon my brow and cheeks and chin A bird's blood spilled . I took a broken reed to hold , I took a sponge of gall to press ; I took weak water - weeds to ...
... wild ; And set me scarlet wool to spin , And all my breast with hyssop filled ; Upon my brow and cheeks and chin A bird's blood spilled . I took a broken reed to hold , I took a sponge of gall to press ; I took weak water - weeds to ...
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