 And apple-blossoms fill the air I have a rendezvous with Death When Spring brings back blue days and fair. It may be he shall take my hand And lead me into his dark land And close my eyes and quench my breath It may be I shall pass him still. I...  The Poetic Year for 1916 A Critical Anthology - 343 psl.autoriai: William Stanley Braithwaite - 1917 - 403 psl.Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | 1917 - 696 psl.
...close my eyes and quench my breath ; It may be I shall pass him still. I have a rendezvous with Death On some scarred slope of battered hill When spring comes round again this year And the first meadow flowers appear. God knows 'twere better to be deep Pillowed on silk and scented down, Where... | |
 | Harriet Monroe and Alice Corbin Henderson - 1917 - 452 psl.
...dose my eyes and quench my breath It may be I shall pass him still. I have a rendezvous with Death On some scarred slope of battered hill, When spring comes round again this year And the first meadow flowers appear. God knows twere better to be deep Pillowed in silk and scented down, Where... | |
 | 1917 - 188 psl.
...close my eyes and quench my breath It may be I shall pass him still. I have a rendezvous with Death On some scarred slope of battered hill, When Spring comes 'round again this year, And the first meadow flowers appear. i God knows 'twere better to be deep Pillowed in silk and scented down, Where... | |
 | 1918 - 84 psl.
...close my eyes and quench my breath It may be I shall pass him still. I have a rendezvous with Death On some scarred slope of battered hill, When Spring...down, Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep, Pulse night to pulse, and breath to breath, Where hushed awakenings are dear.... But I've a rendezvous with... | |
 | Robert Frothingham - 1918 - 208 psl.
...close my eyes and quench my breath It may be I shall pass him still. I have a rendezvous with Death On some scarred slope of battered hill, When Spring...year And the first meadow-flowers appear. God knows 't were better to be deep Pillowed in silk and scented down, Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep,... | |
 | William Stanley Braithwaite - 1918 - 356 psl.
...close my eyes and quench my breath It may be I shall pass him still. I have a rendezvous with Death On some scarred slope of battered hill, When Spring...year And the first meadow-flowers appear. God knows 't were better to be deep Pillowed in silk and scented down, Where love throbs out in blissful sleep,... | |
 | 1918 - 568 psl.
...close my eyes and quench my breath It may be I shall pass him still. I have a rendezvous with Death On some scarred slope of battered hill, When Spring...again this year And the first meadow-flowers appear. Here Nature, so far from relieving the pain of the contemplation, as in Thanatopsis , accentuates it.... | |
 | 1918 - 542 psl.
...close my eyes and quench my breath It may be I shall pass him still. I have a rendezvous with Death On some scarred slope of battered hill, When Spring...again this year And the first meadow-flowers appear. Here Nature, so far from relieving the pain of the contemplation, as in Thanatopsis, accentuates it.... | |
 | 1918 - 834 psl.
...my eyes and quench my brcath It may be I shall pass him still. I have a rendez-vous with Death On some scarred slope of battered hill, When spring...again this year And the first meadow-flowers appear. Aas der Ode Maurice Barings an den gefallenen Flieger Lord Lucas. Gott, der so kühn dich schuf und... | |
 | National Education Association of the United States - 1918 - 824 psl.
...my eyes and quench my breath It may be I shall pass him still. But I've a rendezvous with Death On some scarred slope of battered hill, When Spring comes round again this year And the first meadow flowers appear. God knows 'twere better to be deep Pillowed in silk and scented down, Where... | |
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