The Copeland Reader: An Anthology of English Poetry and Prose, Volume 1Charles Townsend Copeland C. Scribner's sons, 1926 - 1687 páginas |
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... Wind The Sensitive Plant Arethusa . Hymn of Pan Adonais 431 432 434 435 441 ( One word is too often profaned ) From Hellas Chorus : The world's great age begins anew The Indian Serenade . EDWARD JOHN TRELAWNY 442 442 443 452 452 From ...
... Wind The Sensitive Plant Arethusa . Hymn of Pan Adonais 431 432 434 435 441 ( One word is too often profaned ) From Hellas Chorus : The world's great age begins anew The Indian Serenade . EDWARD JOHN TRELAWNY 442 442 443 452 452 From ...
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... wind to blow , and the waters flow . 19 He sheweth his word unto Jacob , his statutes and his judgments unto Israel . 20 He hath not dealt so they have not known them . with any nation ; and as for his judgments , Praise ye the LORD ...
... wind to blow , and the waters flow . 19 He sheweth his word unto Jacob , his statutes and his judgments unto Israel . 20 He hath not dealt so they have not known them . with any nation ; and as for his judgments , Praise ye the LORD ...
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... wind , shall not sow ; and he that regardeth the clouds , shall not reap . 5 As thou knowest not what is the way of the spirit , nor how the bones do grow in the womb of her that is with child ; even so thou knowest not the works of God ...
... wind , shall not sow ; and he that regardeth the clouds , shall not reap . 5 As thou knowest not what is the way of the spirit , nor how the bones do grow in the womb of her that is with child ; even so thou knowest not the works of God ...
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... wind , prophesy , son of man , and say to the wind , Thus saith the Lord GOD , Come from the four winds , O breath , and breathe upon these slain , that they may live . 10 So I prophesied as he commanded me , and the breath came into ...
... wind , prophesy , son of man , and say to the wind , Thus saith the Lord GOD , Come from the four winds , O breath , and breathe upon these slain , that they may live . 10 So I prophesied as he commanded me , and the breath came into ...
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... winds of the earth , that the wind should not blow on the earth , nor on the sea , nor on any tree . 2 And I saw another angel ascending from the east , having the seal of the living God : and he cried with a loud voice to the four ...
... winds of the earth , that the wind should not blow on the earth , nor on the sea , nor on any tree . 2 And I saw another angel ascending from the east , having the seal of the living God : and he cried with a loud voice to the four ...
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Apollyon beauty better Bonny Dundee Bouillabaisse breath cried Crito Dang dark Dark Rosaleen dead dear death door doth dream earth eyes face fair father fear fire flowers gentleman give gone hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven honour hour king King Arthur knew lady Lady of Shalott laugh leave light live Long Melford looked lord Markheim Master of Ballantrae mind morning mother never night o'er Odysseus once pass Pickwick Polonius poor pray Puff Queen Redgauntlet replied round silent sing Sir Bedivere Sir Fret Sir Lucan Sisera sleep smile Sneer soul speak spirit stood struldbrugs sweet Tabary tears tell thee There's things thou thought Tiny Tim took turned unto voice walk wind wine Winkle woman word young youth
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Página 422 - Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face ; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!
Página 539 - THERE rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go. But in my spirit will I dwell, And dream my dream, and hold it true; For tho' my lips may breathe adieu, I cannot think the thing farewell.
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Página 367 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate? Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; "The game is done! I've won! I've won!
Página 467 - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun ; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cells.