Collected PoemsK. Paul, Trench, Trübner & Company, Limited, 1913 - 678 psl. |
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Kiti leidimai - Peržiūrėti viską
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
Ann Radcliffe Autonoë BALLAD Bard BEAU BEAU BROCADE beauty beneath bird blue Caliph CARDENIO cheek Child comes Cupid's Alley Cyclops dance dead dear DENISE Dolly doubt dreams E'en eyes face fair fancy fate flowers garden grace green grew hair hand head heard heart hope jelick JOLICŒUR knew ladies of St LADY laughing light lips little Blue-Ribbons look Love Love's LYRE maid Megalopolis MOLIÈRE Molly Trefusis Monsieur morning Muse naught o'er old Sedan chair OMAR KHAYYÁM once pain pass Perchance Phyllida play POET poor POPE praise PROCRIS pure song rhyme Rose round Savignac scarce seemed sing smile song soul Squire stirred strange surely sweet tale tears thee Theocritus There's thing thou thought thrush to-day turned Twas twixt verse wait watch weary wind-flowers words yore young youth
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