The English Poets, 4 tomas |
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Nor , perchanceIf I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice , nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleam ; Of past existence - wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together ; and that I , so long ...
Nor , perchanceIf I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice , nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleam ; Of past existence - wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together ; and that I , so long ...
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ancient appeared beauty beneath born breath bright close cloud cold dark dead dear death deep delight dream earth English expression eyes face fair fear feel flowers friends give gone green hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hill hope hour human Italy lady land leaves less light live look mind moon morn mountains moved nature never night o'er once pass passion past poems poet poetic poetry rest rose round seems seen sense ship side silent sleep smile song soul sound spirit stand stars stood stream strong sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought trees true truth turn verse voice waves whole wild wind young youth
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Bibliografinė informacija
| Pavadinimas | The English Poets, 4 tomas The English Poets, Thomas Humphry Ward |
| Redaktorius | Thomas Humphry Ward |
| Leidėjas | Macmillan, 1894 |
| Originalas iš | Harvardo universitetas |
| Pakeista skaitmenine forma | 3 lapkr. 2007 |
| Eksportuoti šaltinį | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |