Anthologie de la poésie anglaise |
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... leaf , a cloud ! I fall upon the thorns of life ! I bleed ! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee : tameless , and swift , and proud . V Make me thy lyre , even as the forest is ; What if my leaves are falling ...
... leaf , a cloud ! I fall upon the thorns of life ! I bleed ! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee : tameless , and swift , and proud . V Make me thy lyre , even as the forest is ; What if my leaves are falling ...
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... leaves , nor ever bid the Spring adieu ; And , happy melodist , unwearied , For ever piping songs for ever new ; More happy love ! more happy , happy love ! For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd , For ever panting , and for ever young ...
... leaves , nor ever bid the Spring adieu ; And , happy melodist , unwearied , For ever piping songs for ever new ; More happy love ! more happy , happy love ! For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd , For ever panting , and for ever young ...
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... leaves of the trees divide , And screen from seeing and leave in sight The god pursuing , the maiden hid . The ivy falls with the Bacchanal's hair Over her eyebrows hiding her eyes ; The wild vine slipping down leaves bare Her bright ...
... leaves of the trees divide , And screen from seeing and leave in sight The god pursuing , the maiden hid . The ivy falls with the Bacchanal's hair Over her eyebrows hiding her eyes ; The wild vine slipping down leaves bare Her bright ...
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