Anthologie de la poésie anglaise |
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... change can invade . But O alas , so long , so far Our bodies why do we forbear ? They are ours , though they are not we ; we are The intelligences , they the spheres . We owe them thanks , because they thus Did us , to us , at first ...
... change can invade . But O alas , so long , so far Our bodies why do we forbear ? They are ours , though they are not we ; we are The intelligences , they the spheres . We owe them thanks , because they thus Did us , to us , at first ...
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... change Varie to our great Maker still new praise . Ye Mists and Exhalations that now rise From Hill or steaming Lake , duskie or grey , Till the Sun paint your fleccie skirts with Gold , In honour to the Worlds great Author rise ...
... change Varie to our great Maker still new praise . Ye Mists and Exhalations that now rise From Hill or steaming Lake , duskie or grey , Till the Sun paint your fleccie skirts with Gold , In honour to the Worlds great Author rise ...
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... change to change their being rolls ; ' Tis that repeated shocks , again , again , Exhaust the energy of strongest souls , And numb the elastic powers . Till having used our nerves with bliss and teen , And tired upon a thousand schemes ...
... change to change their being rolls ; ' Tis that repeated shocks , again , again , Exhaust the energy of strongest souls , And numb the elastic powers . Till having used our nerves with bliss and teen , And tired upon a thousand schemes ...
Contents
Death be not proud Holy Sonnets | 10 |
Batter my Heart Holy Sonnets | 14 |
JOHN MILTON On the Morning of Christs Nativity | 20 |
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ALEXANDER POPE âme amid anglaise beauté beneath birds breath bright bring chant charme ciel clouds cœur cold dark dead dear death deep delight doth doux dream earth EDMUND SPENSER eyes Fairy Queen fear first fleurs flow flowers full good great green hand hath head hear heard heart heaven high hills hour JAMES THOMSON John Barleycorn joie know last leaves life light little look lost loud love made make mind moon mort mountains murmure my breast never night nuage nuit o'er once Pierre le Laboureur plain pleurs poésie poète praise rose round seen shade sight sleep soft soleil song SONNET soul sound spring stars stood stream strong sweet tapers tears thair their thine things think THOMAS PARNELL thou thought thro time tremulous voice wave wild WILLIAM CONGREVE wind wings wood word world years yeux