Famous Poems and the Little-known Stories Behind ThemHawthorn Books, 1961 - 336 psl. 150 American and English poems and the events which inspired their writing. |
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... thee ? Let me count the ways . I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach , when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace . I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need , by sun and ...
... thee ? Let me count the ways . I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach , when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace . I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need , by sun and ...
26 psl.
... thee well ! and if forever , Still forever , fare thee well : Even though unforgiving , never ' Gainst thee shall my heart rebel . Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain , While that placid sleep came o'er ...
... thee well ! and if forever , Still forever , fare thee well : Even though unforgiving , never ' Gainst thee shall my heart rebel . Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain , While that placid sleep came o'er ...
223 psl.
... thee , and thee to me : " No , no , no , no , my Dear , let be . " Night hath closed all in her cloak , Twinkling stars love - thoughts provoke , Danger hence , good care doth keep , Jealousy himself doth sleep ; Take me to thee , and thee ...
... thee , and thee to me : " No , no , no , no , my Dear , let be . " Night hath closed all in her cloak , Twinkling stars love - thoughts provoke , Danger hence , good care doth keep , Jealousy himself doth sleep ; Take me to thee , and thee ...
Turinys
Foreword | 3 |
Elizabeth Barrett Browning How Do I Love Thee? 88 | 9 |
Robert Burns Highland Mary | 17 |
Autorių teisės | |
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
beautiful became become began bells bird breath bright called close comes dark dead dear death deep died door doubt dream earth England eyes face fact fair fall famous father fear feel followed gave give grave green hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hill hope hour human Italy knew land later leave light lines lived London look marching married Mary mind months moon mother moved nature never night o'er once passed poem poet poetry returned Ring rose round ship silent sing sleep soldiers song soul sound spirit stars strange sweet tears tell thee things thou thought turned visited voice walk wave wife wild wind woman write written wrote young youth