Anthologie de la poésie anglaiseStock, 1947 - 709 pages |
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Page 62
... world his visage hide , Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace ; Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all - triumphant splendour on my brow ; But , out , alack ! he was but one hour mine , The region cloud hath masked him ...
... world his visage hide , Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace ; Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all - triumphant splendour on my brow ; But , out , alack ! he was but one hour mine , The region cloud hath masked him ...
Page 63
... world that I am fled From this vile world , with vilest worms to dwell ; Nay , if you read this line , remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so , That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot , If thinking on me then ...
... world that I am fled From this vile world , with vilest worms to dwell ; Nay , if you read this line , remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so , That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot , If thinking on me then ...
Page 178
... world declare The worth we've lost ! ... ... O Henderson ! the man ! the brother ! And art thou gone , and gone for ever ? And hast thou crost that unknown river , Life's dreary bound ? Like thee , where shall I find another , The world ...
... world declare The worth we've lost ! ... ... O Henderson ! the man ! the brother ! And art thou gone , and gone for ever ? And hast thou crost that unknown river , Life's dreary bound ? Like thee , where shall I find another , The world ...
Contents
Death be not proud Holy Sonnets | 10 |
Batter my Heart Holy Sonnets | 14 |
JOHN MILTON On the Morning of Christs Nativity | 20 |
Copyright | |
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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