Representative Poems of Living Poets: American and EnglishJeannette Leonard Gilder Cassell, 1886 - 683 psl. |
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... carefully to nurture the whole brood of birds that have once proved themselves to be something better than mere barnyard fowl . GEORGE PARSONS LATHROP . PREFACE . THE HE idea of this book was suggested xxvi INTRODUCTION .
... carefully to nurture the whole brood of birds that have once proved themselves to be something better than mere barnyard fowl . GEORGE PARSONS LATHROP . PREFACE . THE HE idea of this book was suggested xxvi INTRODUCTION .
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... Once more I halt in Andalusian pass , To list the mule - bells jingling on the height ; Below , against the dull esparto grass , The almonds glimmer white . Huge gateways , wrinkled , with rich grays and browns , Invite my fancy , and I ...
... Once more I halt in Andalusian pass , To list the mule - bells jingling on the height ; Below , against the dull esparto grass , The almonds glimmer white . Huge gateways , wrinkled , with rich grays and browns , Invite my fancy , and I ...
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... once of old , at dread enchantment's call , The dead arose and spake ; how can we sing , Or smile , when tears well up , and fain would fall ? Even the lark's voice has a mournful fall ; His lovely golden breast , that seems to bring ...
... once of old , at dread enchantment's call , The dead arose and spake ; how can we sing , Or smile , when tears well up , and fain would fall ? Even the lark's voice has a mournful fall ; His lovely golden breast , that seems to bring ...
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... Once he caracoled into the plain , Wah ! the sparkle of steel on steel ! And up the pass came singing again With a lakh of silver borne at his heel . Once he trusted the Mussulman's word , Wah ! wah THE RAJAH'S RIDE . 21.
... Once he caracoled into the plain , Wah ! the sparkle of steel on steel ! And up the pass came singing again With a lakh of silver borne at his heel . Once he trusted the Mussulman's word , Wah ! wah THE RAJAH'S RIDE . 21.
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American and English Jeannette Leonard Gilder. Once he trusted the Mussulman's word , Wah ! wah ! trust a liar to lie ! Down from his eyrie they tempted my Bird , And clipped his wings that he could not fly . Fettered him fast in far ...
American and English Jeannette Leonard Gilder. Once he trusted the Mussulman's word , Wah ! wah ! trust a liar to lie ! Down from his eyrie they tempted my Bird , And clipped his wings that he could not fly . Fettered him fast in far ...
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Representative Poems of Living Poets– American and English Jeannette Leonard Gilder Visos knygos peržiūra - 1886 |
Representative Poems of Living Poets– American and English Jeannette Leonard Gilder Visos knygos peržiūra - 1886 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
angels Arcady beauty beneath bird bloom blue brave breast breath bright brow CALIBAN UPON SETEBOS cast crown Christ Clive crimson night Dæmon dark dead dear death Dehu dream earth eyes face fair fear flowers gaze gleam glory God's gold golden gray grow half hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hills holy Joseph's tomb kiss knew Lahore laugh life's light lilies and violets lips LITTLE MURIEL live look Mind Freaks moon morning neath never night Njörd o'er once pain pale poets pray rose round Runjeet sang shadow silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit stand stars stood strong sweet tears tell tender thee things thou thought tree trembling Twas twixt voice wait wake wave wild arm wind wonder words
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