Anthologie de la poésie anglaiseStock, 1947 - 709 pages |
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Page 43
... Love therewith is straight imparted . Stella , whose voice , when it speaks , Senses all asunder breaks ; Stella , whose voice , when it singeth , Angels to acquaintance bringeth . Stella , in whose body is Writ each character of bliss ...
... Love therewith is straight imparted . Stella , whose voice , when it speaks , Senses all asunder breaks ; Stella , whose voice , when it singeth , Angels to acquaintance bringeth . Stella , in whose body is Writ each character of bliss ...
Page 248
... love me , Love ! look on me ... breathe on me ! As brighter ladies do not count it strange , For love , to give up acres and degree , I yield the grave for thy sake , and exchange My near sweet view of Heaven , for earth with thee ...
... love me , Love ! look on me ... breathe on me ! As brighter ladies do not count it strange , For love , to give up acres and degree , I yield the grave for thy sake , and exchange My near sweet view of Heaven , for earth with thee ...
Page 249
... love thee purely , as they turn from Praise . I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs , and with my childhood's faith . I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints , -I love thee with the breath ...
... love thee purely , as they turn from Praise . I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs , and with my childhood's faith . I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints , -I love thee with the breath ...
Contents
Death be not proud Holy Sonnets | 10 |
Batter my Heart Holy Sonnets | 14 |
JOHN MILTON On the Morning of Christs Nativity | 20 |
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ALEXANDER POPE âme amid anglaise beauté beneath birds breath bright bring chant charme ciel clouds cœur cold dark dead dear death deep delight doth doux dream earth EDMUND SPENSER eyes Fairy Queen fear first fleurs flow flowers full good great green hand hath head hear heard heart heaven high hills hour JAMES THOMSON John Barleycorn joie know last leaves life light little look lost loud love made make mind moon mort mountains murmure my breast never night nuage nuit o'er once Pierre le Laboureur plain pleurs poésie poète praise rose round seen shade sight sleep soft soleil song SONNET soul sound spring stars stood stream strong sweet tapers tears thair their thine things think THOMAS PARNELL thou thought thro time tremulous voice wave wild WILLIAM CONGREVE wind wings wood word world years yeux