Anthologie de la poésie anglaise |
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... high words , that bore Semblance of worth not substance , gently rais'd Their fainted courage , and dispel'd their fears . Then strait commands that at the warlike sound Of Trumpets loud and Clarions be upreard His mighty Standard ...
... high words , that bore Semblance of worth not substance , gently rais'd Their fainted courage , and dispel'd their fears . Then strait commands that at the warlike sound Of Trumpets loud and Clarions be upreard His mighty Standard ...
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... high his heels , Starts to the voluntary race again ; The very kine that gambol at high noon , The total herd receiving first from one That leads the dance a summons to be gay , Though wild their strange vagaries , and uncouth Their ...
... high his heels , Starts to the voluntary race again ; The very kine that gambol at high noon , The total herd receiving first from one That leads the dance a summons to be gay , Though wild their strange vagaries , and uncouth Their ...
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... high field's dark corner , where he leaves His coat , his basket , and his earthen cruse , And in the sun all morning binds the sheaves , Then here , at noon , comes back his stores to use ; Here will I sit and wait , While to my ear ...
... high field's dark corner , where he leaves His coat , his basket , and his earthen cruse , And in the sun all morning binds the sheaves , Then here , at noon , comes back his stores to use ; Here will I sit and wait , While to my ear ...
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