The New Golden Treasury of English VerseEdward Leeson |
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Page 121
... heaven , growing and groaning thither : Nor doth my flower Want a spring shower , My sins and I joining together . But while I grow in a straight line , Still upwards bent , as if heaven were mine own , Thy anger comes , and I decline ...
... heaven , growing and groaning thither : Nor doth my flower Want a spring shower , My sins and I joining together . But while I grow in a straight line , Still upwards bent , as if heaven were mine own , Thy anger comes , and I decline ...
Page 141
... Heaven hides nothing from thy view , Nor the deep tract of Hell - say first what cause Moved our grand Parents , in that happy state , Favoured of Heaven so highly , to fall off From their Creator , and transgress His will For one ...
... Heaven hides nothing from thy view , Nor the deep tract of Hell - say first what cause Moved our grand Parents , in that happy state , Favoured of Heaven so highly , to fall off From their Creator , and transgress His will For one ...
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... Heaven , or near it , Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art . Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire ; The blue deep thou wingest , And singing still dost soar , and soaring ...
... Heaven , or near it , Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art . Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire ; The blue deep thou wingest , And singing still dost soar , and soaring ...
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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