Ballades and Rondeaus, Chants Royal, Sestinas, Villanelles, &cAppleton, 1893 - 296 psl. |
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33 psl.
... shadow of the day when we Some day may come to meet . Envoy . Princess , while yet on lawn and lea The harvest moon is sweet , Ere August die , who knows but we Some day may come to meet ? " Love in Idleness . " BALLADE OF DEAD THINKERS ...
... shadow of the day when we Some day may come to meet . Envoy . Princess , while yet on lawn and lea The harvest moon is sweet , Ere August die , who knows but we Some day may come to meet ? " Love in Idleness . " BALLADE OF DEAD THINKERS ...
45 psl.
... Envoy . O westward wind , whose low breath sways Her locks , whereto night's shadows flee , Bear hence a lilt of summer lays Athwart the slumberous Severn Sea . F. S. P. BALLAD OF PAST DELIGHT . Where are the dreams of 45.
... Envoy . O westward wind , whose low breath sways Her locks , whereto night's shadows flee , Bear hence a lilt of summer lays Athwart the slumberous Severn Sea . F. S. P. BALLAD OF PAST DELIGHT . Where are the dreams of 45.
48 psl.
... shadow that falleth hath spared us yet . Oh , the mellow beam of the suns that wane , Oh the joys , ah me ! that are taking flight , Oh , the sting of a rapture too near to pain , And of love that loveth in death's despite . But the ...
... shadow that falleth hath spared us yet . Oh , the mellow beam of the suns that wane , Oh the joys , ah me ! that are taking flight , Oh , the sting of a rapture too near to pain , And of love that loveth in death's despite . But the ...
60 psl.
... shadow - hand ; if when with battling sore O say , We cross the flood and hear the roar O ' the world like a sighed farewell , What waits beyond the Grave's last door ? Vain Hopes are all we have to sell ! Envoy . O coming Hours , O ...
... shadow - hand ; if when with battling sore O say , We cross the flood and hear the roar O ' the world like a sighed farewell , What waits beyond the Grave's last door ? Vain Hopes are all we have to sell ! Envoy . O coming Hours , O ...
68 psl.
... shadows dwell , Who found erewhile a fair retreat Along the mead of Asphodel . There death and birth are one , they say ; Those lowlands bear no yellow wheat ; No sound doth rise of mortal fray , Of lowing herds , of flocks that bleat ...
... shadows dwell , Who found erewhile a fair retreat Along the mead of Asphodel . There death and birth are one , they say ; Those lowlands bear no yellow wheat ; No sound doth rise of mortal fray , Of lowing herds , of flocks that bleat ...
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Ballades and Rondeaus, Chants Royal, Sestinas Villanelles, &c– Selected ... Gleeson White Visos knygos peržiūra - 1901 |
Ballades and Rondeaus, Chants Royal, Sestinas, Villanelles, &c Gleeson White Visos knygos peržiūra - 1901 |
Ballades and Rondeaus, Chants Royal, Sestinas, Villanelles, &c– Selected ... Gleeson White Visos knygos peržiūra - 1887 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE ANDREW LANG AUSTIN DOBSON BALLADE Banville beauty Behold birds blithe blow blue BRANDER MATTHEWS breath breeze bright Chant Royal CLINTON SCOLLARD dainty dance dead dear Death delight doth dreams dust earth EDMUND GOSSE English Envoy eyes fade fain fair flowers forms François Villon French glad glow gold golden grace grey hath hear heart hope JOHN PAYNE king kiss lady Life's light lines lips Love's lovers maid merry night o'er pipe play poems poet poetry pray Prince Provençal refrain rhyme RICHARD WILTON Rondeau Redoublé rondel rose Sestina shade shadows shining sigh sing singers skies sleep soft song sonnet soul sound Spring stanza summer sweet tears thee things thou thought to-day TOMSON triolet verse VILLANELLE Villon VIRELAI W. E. HENLEY wind wings write
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