Six Centuries of Great Poetry, Volume 2033Robert Penn Warren, Albert Erskine |
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Page 104
... doth haunt . What man grafts in a tree dissimulation ? O sweet woods , the delight of solitariness ! O , how well I do like your solitariness ! Yet , dear soil , if a soul closed in a mansion As sweet as violets , fair as lily is ...
... doth haunt . What man grafts in a tree dissimulation ? O sweet woods , the delight of solitariness ! O , how well I do like your solitariness ! Yet , dear soil , if a soul closed in a mansion As sweet as violets , fair as lily is ...
Page 130
... doth shadow of your beauty show , The other as your bounty doth appear ; And you in every blessed shape we know . In all external grace you have some part , But you like none , none you , for constant heart . Sonnet 54 O ! how much more ...
... doth shadow of your beauty show , The other as your bounty doth appear ; And you in every blessed shape we know . In all external grace you have some part , But you like none , none you , for constant heart . Sonnet 54 O ! how much more ...
Page 139
... Doth part his function and is partly blind , Seems seeing , but effectually is out ; For it no form delivers to the heart Of bird , of flower , or shape , which it doth latch : Of his quick objects hath the mind no part , Nor his own ...
... Doth part his function and is partly blind , Seems seeing , but effectually is out ; For it no form delivers to the heart Of bird , of flower , or shape , which it doth latch : Of his quick objects hath the mind no part , Nor his own ...
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Six Centuries of Great Poetry: A Stunning Collection of Classic British ... Robert Penn Warren,Albert Erskine No preview available - 1992 |
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A. E. HOUSMAN auld lang syne Barbara Allen beauty behold birds blood breast breath bright clouds cold Colour-Sergeant Danny Deever dark dead dear death delight dost doth dream earth eyes face fair fear fire flowers friends glory Golden Slumbers gone grave green hand hath hear heart heaven hill hour king kiss ladies leave light live look Lord Lord Randal love's lovers lullaby lute Lycidas mind moon morn mother mourn never night o'er pain pleasure rest rose round sail shade shadows shine sigh sing Sir Patrick Spens sleep smile song Sonnet soul sound spring stars sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought Timor mortis conturbat tree unto Vexilla regis voice vrom walk wawking weary weep wild wind wings youth