From Milton to Tennyson: Masterpieces of English PoetryAllyn and Bacon, 1894 - 306 psl. |
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... NIGHT TAM O'SHANTER TO A MOUSE TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY BANNOCKBURN A RED , RED ROSE · FOR A ' THAT AND A ' THAT THE ANCIENT MARINER 92 92 97 103 109 IIO II2 · 113 · 113 115 [ MODERN GREECE ] [ VENICE ] From Childe Harold , Canto ii ...
... NIGHT TAM O'SHANTER TO A MOUSE TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY BANNOCKBURN A RED , RED ROSE · FOR A ' THAT AND A ' THAT THE ANCIENT MARINER 92 92 97 103 109 IIO II2 · 113 · 113 115 [ MODERN GREECE ] [ VENICE ] From Childe Harold , Canto ii ...
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... night - raven sings ; There , under ebon shades and low - browed rocks , As ragged as thy locks , In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell . But come , thou Goddess fair and free , In heaven yclept Euphrosyne , And by men heart - easing ...
... night - raven sings ; There , under ebon shades and low - browed rocks , As ragged as thy locks , In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell . But come , thou Goddess fair and free , In heaven yclept Euphrosyne , And by men heart - easing ...
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... night , From his watch - tower in the skies , Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; Then to come , in spite of sorrow , And at my window bid good - morrow , Through the sweet - briar or the vine , Or the twisted eglantine ; 30 35 40 45 ...
... night , From his watch - tower in the skies , Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; Then to come , in spite of sorrow , And at my window bid good - morrow , Through the sweet - briar or the vine , Or the twisted eglantine ; 30 35 40 45 ...
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... junkets eat . She was pinched and pulled , she said ; And he , by Friar's lantern led , Tells how the drudging goblin sweat To earn his cream - bowl duly set , 105 When in one night , ere glimpse of morn , L'ALLEGRO . 3.
... junkets eat . She was pinched and pulled , she said ; And he , by Friar's lantern led , Tells how the drudging goblin sweat To earn his cream - bowl duly set , 105 When in one night , ere glimpse of morn , L'ALLEGRO . 3.
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Masterpieces of English Poetry Louis Du Pont Syle. When in one night , ere glimpse of morn , His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day - labourers could not end ; Then lies him down , the lubber fiend , And , stretched out ...
Masterpieces of English Poetry Louis Du Pont Syle. When in one night , ere glimpse of morn , His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day - labourers could not end ; Then lies him down , the lubber fiend , And , stretched out ...
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From Milton to Tennyson Masterpieces of English Poetry Louis Du Pont Syle Visos knygos peržiūra - 1896 |
From Milton to Tennyson Masterpieces of English Poetry Louis Du Pont Syle Visos knygos peržiūra - 1894 |
From Milton to Tennyson Masterpieces of English Poetry Louis Du Pont Syle Visos knygos peržiūra - 1894 |
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