Six Centuries of Great Poetry, Band 2033Robert Penn Warren, Albert Erskine Dell Publishing Company, 1973 - 544 Seiten |
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... thee To bring thee fro hell . Now sing we , as we were wont , Vexilla regis prodeunt . Now for thy life thou hast mislead , Mercy to ask be thou not adread : The least drop of blood that I for thee shed Might cleanse thee soon Of all ...
... thee To bring thee fro hell . Now sing we , as we were wont , Vexilla regis prodeunt . Now for thy life thou hast mislead , Mercy to ask be thou not adread : The least drop of blood that I for thee shed Might cleanse thee soon Of all ...
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... thee , and no less , alas ! Th ' indifferent Italian , as we pass His warm land , well content to think thee page , Will hunt thee with such lust , and hideous rage , As Lot's fair guests were vexed . But none of these , Nor spongy ...
... thee , and no less , alas ! Th ' indifferent Italian , as we pass His warm land , well content to think thee page , Will hunt thee with such lust , and hideous rage , As Lot's fair guests were vexed . But none of these , Nor spongy ...
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... thee , The shooting stars attend thee ; And the elves also , Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire , befriend thee . No will - o ' - th ' - wisp mislight thee ; Nor snake , or slow - worm bite thee : But on , on thy way , Not ...
... thee , The shooting stars attend thee ; And the elves also , Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire , befriend thee . No will - o ' - th ' - wisp mislight thee ; Nor snake , or slow - worm bite thee : But on , on thy way , Not ...
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Six Centuries of Great Poetry: A Stunning Collection of Classic British ... Robert Penn Warren,Albert Erskine Eingeschränkte Leseprobe - 1992 |
Six Centuries of Great Poetry: A Stunning Collection of Classic British ... Robert Penn Warren,Albert Erskine Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 1992 |
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A. E. HOUSMAN auld lang syne Barbara Allen beauty behold birds blood breast breath bright clouds cold Colour-Sergeant Danny Deever dark dead dear death delight dost doth dream earth eyes face fair fear fire flowers friends glory Golden Slumbers gone grave green hand hath hear heart heaven hill hour king kiss ladies leave light live look Lord Lord Randal love's lovers lullaby lute Lycidas mind moon morn mother mourn never night o'er pain pleasure rest rose round sail shade shadows shine sigh sing Sir Patrick Spens sleep smile song Sonnet soul sound spring stars sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought Timor mortis conturbat tree unto Vexilla regis voice vrom walk wawking weary weep wild wind wings youth