Ballades and Rondeaus, Chants Royal, Sestinas Villanelles, &c: Selected, with Chapter on the Various FormsD. Appleton and Company, 1901 - 296 psl. |
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Ballades and Rondeaus, Chants Royal, Sestinas, Villanelles, &c Gleeson White Visos knygos peržiūra - 1901 |
Ballades and Rondeaus, Chants Royal, Sestinas, Villanelles, &c– Selected ... Gleeson White Visos knygos peržiūra - 1887 |
Ballades and Rondeaus, Chants Royal, Sestinas, Villanelles, &c Gleeson White Visos knygos peržiūra - 1893 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE ANDREW LANG AUSTIN DOBSON BALLADE Banville beauty Behold birds blow blue BRANDER MATTHEWS breath breeze bright Chant Royal CLINTON SCOLLARD dainty dance dead dear Death delight doth dreams dust earth EDMUND GOSSE English Envoy examples eyes fade fain fair flowers forms François Villon French glad glow gold golden grace Gramont grey hath hear heart hope JOHN PAYNE king kiss lady Life's light lines lips Love's lovers maid merry Midsummer never night o'er Pantoum poems poet poetry praise pray Prince quoted refrain rhymes RICHARD WILTON rondeau Rondeau Redoublé rondel rose sestina shade shadows shining sigh sing singers skies sleep soft song sonnet soul sound Spring stanza summer sweet thee things thou TOMSON triolet verse Villanelle Villon VIRELAI W. E. HENLEY wind wings words write
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xxxix psl. - JENNY kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in! Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kissed me.
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97 psl. - For us, nor let hell's thunder on us fall; We are dead, let no man harry or vex us dead, But pray to God that he forgive us all. The rain has washed and laundered us all five, And the sun dried and blackened; yea, perdie, Ravens and pies with beaks that rend and rive Have dug our eyes out, and plucked off for fee Our beards and eyebrows; never are we free, Not once, to rest; but here and there still sped, Drive at its wild will by the wind's change led, More pecked of birds than fruits on garden...
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96 psl. - MEN, brother men, that after us yet live, Let not your hearts too hard against us be; For if some pity of us poor men ye give, The sooner God shall take of you pity. Here are we five or six strung up, you...
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