The New Golden Treasury of English VerseEdward Leeson |
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... grow ; A heavenly paradise is that place , Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow . There cherries grow 92 • Campion.
... grow ; A heavenly paradise is that place , Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow . There cherries grow 92 • Campion.
Page 410
... grow not old , as we that are left grow old : Age shall not weary them , nor the years condemn . At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them . They mingle not with their laughing comrades again ; They sit no ...
... grow not old , as we that are left grow old : Age shall not weary them , nor the years condemn . At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them . They mingle not with their laughing comrades again ; They sit no ...
Page 428
... tool , Deferential , glad to be of use , Politic , cautious , and meticulous ; Full of high sentence , but a bit obtuse ; At times , indeed , almost ridiculous - Almost , at times , the Fool . I grow old ... I grow old ... I shall 428 ...
... tool , Deferential , glad to be of use , Politic , cautious , and meticulous ; Full of high sentence , but a bit obtuse ; At times , indeed , almost ridiculous - Almost , at times , the Fool . I grow old ... I grow old ... I shall 428 ...
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Adlestrop beauty Beeny beneath bird blood breast breath bright clouds Colour-Sergeant dance Danny Deever dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth echo ring eternal ev'ry eyes face fair fall fear fire flame flowers forto grace Grantchester green GRONGAR HILL hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill honour Hymen kings kiss land leaves light live look Lord lute Lycidas mind moon morning Muse ne'er never NICHOLAS BRETON night nymphs o'er peace pleasure pow'r praise pride rest rose round Samian wine shade shadow shine sigh sight sing Sir Patrick Spens sleep smile song soul sound spirit spring stars stood sweet tears tell thee thine things thought Timor mortis conturbat Tiresias trees twas unto voice vrom W. B. YEATS weep wild wind woods youth