The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageMacmillan, 1882 - 332 psl. |
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... Nymphs , though I bemoan The absence of fair Rosaline , Since for a fair there's fairer none , Nor for her virtues so divine : Heigh ho , fair Rosaline ; Heigh ho , my heart ! would God that she were mine ! T. Lodge XVII COLIN Beauty ...
... Nymphs , though I bemoan The absence of fair Rosaline , Since for a fair there's fairer none , Nor for her virtues so divine : Heigh ho , fair Rosaline ; Heigh ho , my heart ! would God that she were mine ! T. Lodge XVII COLIN Beauty ...
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... nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark ! now I hear them , - Ding , dong , Bell . W. Shakespeare XLVII A LAND DIRGE Call for the robin - redbreast and the wren , Since o'er shady groves they hover And with leaves and flowers do cover The ...
... nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark ! now I hear them , - Ding , dong , Bell . W. Shakespeare XLVII A LAND DIRGE Call for the robin - redbreast and the wren , Since o'er shady groves they hover And with leaves and flowers do cover The ...
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... nymphs I chanced to espy , All lovely daughters of the flood thereby , With goodly greenish locks all loose untied As each had been a bride ; And each one had a little wicker basket Made of fine twigs , entrailéd curiously , 31 In which ...
... nymphs I chanced to espy , All lovely daughters of the flood thereby , With goodly greenish locks all loose untied As each had been a bride ; And each one had a little wicker basket Made of fine twigs , entrailéd curiously , 31 In which ...
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... nymphs , which now had flowers their fill , Ran all in haste to see that silver brood As they came floating on the crystal flood ; Whom when they saw , they stood amazéd still Their wondering eyes to fill ; Them seem'd they never saw a ...
... nymphs , which now had flowers their fill , Ran all in haste to see that silver brood As they came floating on the crystal flood ; Whom when they saw , they stood amazéd still Their wondering eyes to fill ; Them seem'd they never saw a ...
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... nymphs meanwhile two garlands bound Of freshest flowers which in that mead they found , The which presenting all in trim array , Their snowy foreheads therewithal they crown'd ; Whilst one did sing this lay Prepared against that day ...
... nymphs meanwhile two garlands bound Of freshest flowers which in that mead they found , The which presenting all in trim array , Their snowy foreheads therewithal they crown'd ; Whilst one did sing this lay Prepared against that day ...
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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 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
beauty behold beneath birds blest bonnie bower breast breath bright Brignall brow cheek clouds dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream earth eyes F. W. H. MYERS fair Fancy fear flowers frae FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE gentle glory golden Gray green happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hills J. A. SYMONDS kiss ladies leaves LESLIE STEPHEN light live look'd Lord Lord Byron love's lover Lycidas lyre Milton mind morn mountains Muse ne'er never night Nymph o'er P. B. Shelley pale passion pleasure poems Poetry Poets R. C. JEBB R. H. HUTTON round seem'd shade Shakespeare shore sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star stream sweet tears thee There's thine thou art thought tree Twas voice waly waly waves weep wild winds wings Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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