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Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way , They stretch'd in never - ending line Along the margin of a bay : Ten thousand saw I at a glance Tossing their heads in sprightly dance . The waves beside them danced ...
Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way , They stretch'd in never - ending line Along the margin of a bay : Ten thousand saw I at a glance Tossing their heads in sprightly dance . The waves beside them danced ...
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Vartotojo apžvalga - NickDuberley - LibraryThingMy favourite Poetry anthology. It's been through many editions. I had the Oxford World's Classics one when I was a teenager, and later on the Everyman one - rather easier on the eyes. If you are only going to buy one poetry book, this is the one to get. Skaityti visą apžvalgą
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Vartotojo apžvalga - PollyMoore3 - LibraryThingAn updated version including some more modern poems. Among many favourites, it includes Ben Jonson's Hymn to Diana, one of the most perfect lyrics in the English language (you can recite it to the moon, and I have been known to), and It is not growing like a tree. Skaityti visą apžvalgą
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The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language Francis Turner Palgrave Visos knygos peržiūra - 1861 |
The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language Visos knygos peržiūra - 1863 |
The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language Francis Turner Palgrave Visos knygos peržiūra - 1867 |
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Bibliografinė informacija
| Pavadinimas | The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language Golden treasury series |
| Sudarė | Francis Turner Palgrave |
| Bendraautoris | Francis Turner Palgrave |
| Leidėjas | Sever and Francis, 1863 |
| Originalas iš | Mičigano universitetas |
| Pakeista skaitmenine forma | 2 lapkr. 2007 |
| Ilgis | 405 psl. |
| Eksportuoti šaltinį | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |