Anthologie de la poésie anglaise |
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... think warm days will never cease , For Summer has o'er - brimm'd their clammy cells . II Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor , Thy hair soft ...
... think warm days will never cease , For Summer has o'er - brimm'd their clammy cells . II Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor , Thy hair soft ...
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... think I never saw Such starved ignoble nature ; nothing throve : For flowers as well expect a cedar grove ! But cockle , spurge , according to their law Might propagate their kind , with none to awe , You'd think : a burr had been a ...
... think I never saw Such starved ignoble nature ; nothing throve : For flowers as well expect a cedar grove ! But cockle , spurge , according to their law Might propagate their kind , with none to awe , You'd think : a burr had been a ...
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... think only this of me ; That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England . There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed ; A dust whom England bore , shaped , made aware , Gave , once , her flowers to ...
... think only this of me ; That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England . There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed ; A dust whom England bore , shaped , made aware , Gave , once , her flowers to ...
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