The Broadway Book of English Verse: The Sacred Fire; and Anthology of English Poems from the Fourteenth Century to the Present DayWilliam Bowyer Honey |
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... cold ashes hide that care Which I have fedd with soe long paine . I may perhaps myne eyes refraine And fruiteless words noe more impart But yet still serve , still serve thee in my hearte . What though I spend my haplesse dayes , In ...
... cold ashes hide that care Which I have fedd with soe long paine . I may perhaps myne eyes refraine And fruiteless words noe more impart But yet still serve , still serve thee in my hearte . What though I spend my haplesse dayes , In ...
Page 239
... cold , Returns to deck their hallow'd Mold , She there shall dress a sweeter Sod , Than Fancy's Feet have ever trod . By Fairy Hands their Knell is rung , By Forms unseen their Dirge is sung ; There Honour comes , a Pilgrim grey , To ...
... cold , Returns to deck their hallow'd Mold , She there shall dress a sweeter Sod , Than Fancy's Feet have ever trod . By Fairy Hands their Knell is rung , By Forms unseen their Dirge is sung ; There Honour comes , a Pilgrim grey , To ...
Page 343
... cold , The while , above , her full and earnest eye Over her snow - cold breast and angry cheek Kept watch , waiting decision , made reply . " " Self - reverence , self - knowledge , - 343 - An Anthology.
... cold , The while , above , her full and earnest eye Over her snow - cold breast and angry cheek Kept watch , waiting decision , made reply . " " Self - reverence , self - knowledge , - 343 - An Anthology.
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A. E. HOUSMAN A. H. Bullen ancient Mariner beauty behold beneath birds boughs breast breath bright Christabel cloud cold D. H. LAWRENCE dark dead dear death delight doth dream earth Edmund Spenser ERNEST DOWSON eyes face fair fear fire flame flowers GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS golden green hand happy harken ere hast hath hear heart Heaven hill JOHN DRYDEN lady leave light lips live look mind moon morning mother Ida never night o'er once pain pleasure Poems poetic poetry poets Robert Bridges rose round shade shadow shine ship sight silent sing sleep smile Song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars strange sweet T. S. ELIOT tears thee thine things Thomas Campion THOMAS HARDY thou thought thro unto voice W. B. YEATS wandering weary wild wind wings woods