The New Golden Treasury of English VerseEdward Leeson |
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... unto miselven ofte , Somewhat know on reflection how Freely sigh Because : devotions turned into dalliance may not let pass And seie , ' Ha lord , hou sche is softe , How sche is round , hou sche is smal ! Now wolde god I hadde hire al ...
... unto miselven ofte , Somewhat know on reflection how Freely sigh Because : devotions turned into dalliance may not let pass And seie , ' Ha lord , hou sche is softe , How sche is round , hou sche is smal ! Now wolde god I hadde hire al ...
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... unto my love ? How slowly do their hours their numbers spend ! How slowly does sad Time his feathers move ! Haste thee , O fairest planet , to thy home Within the western foam ; Thy tired steeds long since have need of rest . Long ...
... unto my love ? How slowly do their hours their numbers spend ! How slowly does sad Time his feathers move ! Haste thee , O fairest planet , to thy home Within the western foam ; Thy tired steeds long since have need of rest . Long ...
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... unto the voice attempered sweet ; Th ' angelical soft trembling voices made To th ' instruments divine respondence meet ; The silver - sounding instruments did meet With the base murmur of the water's fall ; The water's fall with ...
... unto the voice attempered sweet ; Th ' angelical soft trembling voices made To th ' instruments divine respondence meet ; The silver - sounding instruments did meet With the base murmur of the water's fall ; The water's fall with ...
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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