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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... wind that moaneth bleak ? There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek- There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf , the last of its clan , That dances as often as dance it can ...
... wind that moaneth bleak ? There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek- There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf , the last of its clan , That dances as often as dance it can ...
Page 368
... wind flapped loose , the wind was still , Shaken out dead from tree and hill : I had walked on at the wind's will , - I sat now , for the wind was still . Between my knees my forehead was , — My lips drawn in , said not Alas ! My hair ...
... wind flapped loose , the wind was still , Shaken out dead from tree and hill : I had walked on at the wind's will , - I sat now , for the wind was still . Between my knees my forehead was , — My lips drawn in , said not Alas ! My hair ...
Page 396
... wind Against the perfect flowers : thy garden's close Is grown a wilderness , where none shall find One strayed , last petal of one last year's rose . O bright , bright hair ! O mouth like a ripe fruit ! Can famine be so nigh to ...
... wind Against the perfect flowers : thy garden's close Is grown a wilderness , where none shall find One strayed , last petal of one last year's rose . O bright , bright hair ! O mouth like a ripe fruit ! Can famine be so nigh to ...
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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