Introduction to Poetry: Poetic Expression, Poetic Truth - the Progress of PoetryJ. Murray, 1902 - 174 psl. |
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... city of God . The universe , O my brother , is flinging wide its portals for the Levee of the Great High King . Thou , poor King Louis , farest nevertheless , as mortals do , towards Orient lands of Hope : and the Tuileries with.
... city of God . The universe , O my brother , is flinging wide its portals for the Levee of the Great High King . Thou , poor King Louis , farest nevertheless , as mortals do , towards Orient lands of Hope : and the Tuileries with.
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... thou be than the fat weed That roots itself at ease on Lethe wharf . " 66 • But know , thou noble youth , Metaphor . The serpent that did sting thy father's life Now wears his crown . " Simile . " Swift as quicksilver it courses through ...
... thou be than the fat weed That roots itself at ease on Lethe wharf . " 66 • But know , thou noble youth , Metaphor . The serpent that did sting thy father's life Now wears his crown . " Simile . " Swift as quicksilver it courses through ...
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... Thou wast not born for death , immortal bird : No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self - same song that found a path Through the sad ...
... Thou wast not born for death , immortal bird : No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self - same song that found a path Through the sad ...
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... Thou on whose stream , ' mid the steep sky's commotion , Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed , Shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and ocean , Angels of rain and lightning ; there are spread On the blue surface of ...
... Thou on whose stream , ' mid the steep sky's commotion , Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed , Shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and ocean , Angels of rain and lightning ; there are spread On the blue surface of ...
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... Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips , and in thy cheeks , And death's pale flag is not advanced there Why art thou yet so fair ? Shall I believe That unsubstantial death is amorous ; And that the lean ...
... Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips , and in thy cheeks , And death's pale flag is not advanced there Why art thou yet so fair ? Shall I believe That unsubstantial death is amorous ; And that the lean ...
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