Famous Poems and the Little-known Stories Behind Them150 American and English poems and the events which inspired their writing. |
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It may be he shall take my hand And lead me into his dark land And close my eyes and quench my breath- It may be I shall pass him still . I have a rendezvous with Death On some scarred slope of battered hill When Spring comes round ...
It may be he shall take my hand And lead me into his dark land And close my eyes and quench my breath- It may be I shall pass him still . I have a rendezvous with Death On some scarred slope of battered hill When Spring comes round ...
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Like flame transformed to marble ; and beneath , A field is spread , on which a newer band Have pitched in Heaven's smile their camp of death , Welcoming him we lose with scarce extinguished breath . as yet Here pause : these graves are ...
Like flame transformed to marble ; and beneath , A field is spread , on which a newer band Have pitched in Heaven's smile their camp of death , Welcoming him we lose with scarce extinguished breath . as yet Here pause : these graves are ...
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At that time he wrote a friend " that we learn hereafter to plant ourselves better than upon the grace or breath of men . " But more important , in this year of misfortunes the worldly - wise but essentially simple man spelled out his ...
At that time he wrote a friend " that we learn hereafter to plant ourselves better than upon the grace or breath of men . " But more important , in this year of misfortunes the worldly - wise but essentially simple man spelled out his ...
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Foreword | 3 |
Elizabeth Barrett Browning How Do I Love Thee? 88 | 9 |
Robert Burns Highland Mary | 17 |
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Nerodoma skirsnių: 35
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Famous Poems and the Little-known Stories Behind Them Ralph Louis Woods Trumpų ištraukų rodinys - 1961 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
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