From Milton to Tennyson: Masterpieces of English PoetryLouis Du Pont Syle Allyn and Bacon, 1894 - 306 psl. |
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... wind and the rank mist they draw , Rot inwardly , and foul contagion spread ; Besides what the grim wolf with privy ... winds , and gushing brooks , On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks , Throw hither all your quaint enamelled ...
... wind and the rank mist they draw , Rot inwardly , and foul contagion spread ; Besides what the grim wolf with privy ... winds , and gushing brooks , On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks , Throw hither all your quaint enamelled ...
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... winds thro ' long arcades to roar , Proud to catch cold at a Venetian door ; Conscious they act a true Palladian part , And , if they starve , they starve by rules of art . Oft have you hinted to your brother Peer A certain truth ...
... winds thro ' long arcades to roar , Proud to catch cold at a Venetian door ; Conscious they act a true Palladian part , And , if they starve , they starve by rules of art . Oft have you hinted to your brother Peer A certain truth ...
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... wind . His Gardens next your admiration call , On ev'ry side you look , behold the Wall ! No pleasing intricacies intervene , No artful wildness to perplex the scene ; Grove nods at grove , each Alley has a brother , 105 IIO 115 And ...
... wind . His Gardens next your admiration call , On ev'ry side you look , behold the Wall ! No pleasing intricacies intervene , No artful wildness to perplex the scene ; Grove nods at grove , each Alley has a brother , 105 IIO 115 And ...
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... wind of praise , With what a shifting gale your course you ply , For ever sunk too low , or borne too high ! Who pants for glory finds but short repose , A breath revives him , or a breath o'erthrows . Farewell the stage ! if just as ...
... wind of praise , With what a shifting gale your course you ply , For ever sunk too low , or borne too high ! Who pants for glory finds but short repose , A breath revives him , or a breath o'erthrows . Farewell the stage ! if just as ...
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... winds blow ice , be my retreat , Between the groaning forest and the shore , Beat by the boundless multitude of waves , A rural , sheltered , solitary scene ; 305 310 315 320 * * 425 Where ruddy fire and beaming tapers join 430 To cheer ...
... winds blow ice , be my retreat , Between the groaning forest and the shore , Beat by the boundless multitude of waves , A rural , sheltered , solitary scene ; 305 310 315 320 * * 425 Where ruddy fire and beaming tapers join 430 To cheer ...
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From Milton to Tennyson– Masterpieces of English Poetry Louis Du Pont Syle Visos knygos peržiūra - 1896 |
From Milton to Tennyson– Masterpieces of English Poetry Louis Du Pont Syle Visos knygos peržiūra - 1894 |
From Milton to Tennyson– Masterpieces of English Poetry Louis Du Pont Syle Visos knygos peržiūra - 1894 |
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