Anthologie de la poésie anglaise |
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... first your eye I eyed , Such seems your beauty still . Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers ' pride , Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen , Three April perfumes ...
... first your eye I eyed , Such seems your beauty still . Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers ' pride , Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen , Three April perfumes ...
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... first convey , Yielded their forces , sense , to us , Nor are dross to us , but allay . On man heaven's influence works not so , But that it first imprints the air , So soul into the soul may flow ,. Though it to body first repair . As ...
... first convey , Yielded their forces , sense , to us , Nor are dross to us , but allay . On man heaven's influence works not so , But that it first imprints the air , So soul into the soul may flow ,. Though it to body first repair . As ...
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... first appear , By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud Virgins of the year , As if the Spring were all your own ; What are you when the Rose is blown ? So , when my Mistress shall be seen In Form and Beauty of her mind , By ...
... first appear , By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud Virgins of the year , As if the Spring were all your own ; What are you when the Rose is blown ? So , when my Mistress shall be seen In Form and Beauty of her mind , By ...
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