English Poetry: In Three Volumes; With Introduction and Notes, Volume 42P.F. Collier, 1910 - 1508 páginas |
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... live for thee . ' 629 Now SLEEPS THE CRIMSON PETAL Now sleeps the crimson petal , now the white ; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk ; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font : The fire - fly wakens : waken thou with me . Now ...
... live for thee . ' 629 Now SLEEPS THE CRIMSON PETAL Now sleeps the crimson petal , now the white ; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk ; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font : The fire - fly wakens : waken thou with me . Now ...
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... live three lives of mortal men , So great a miracle as yonder hilt . Then with both hands I flung him , wheeling him ; But when I look'd again , behold an arm , Clothed in white samite , mystic , wonderful , That caught him by the hilt ...
... live three lives of mortal men , So great a miracle as yonder hilt . Then with both hands I flung him , wheeling him ; But when I look'd again , behold an arm , Clothed in white samite , mystic , wonderful , That caught him by the hilt ...
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... ripples on the beach , And tender curving lines of creamy spray ; To lend our hearts and spirits wholly To the influence of mild - minded melancholy ; To muse and brood and live again in memory , ALFRED , LORD TENNYSON 1029.
... ripples on the beach , And tender curving lines of creamy spray ; To lend our hearts and spirits wholly To the influence of mild - minded melancholy ; To muse and brood and live again in memory , ALFRED , LORD TENNYSON 1029.
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... live again in memory , With those old faces of our infancy Heap'd over with a mound of grass , Two handfuls of white dust , shut in an urn of brass ! VI Dear is the memory of our wedded lives , And dear the last embraces of our wives ...
... live again in memory , With those old faces of our infancy Heap'd over with a mound of grass , Two handfuls of white dust , shut in an urn of brass ! VI Dear is the memory of our wedded lives , And dear the last embraces of our wives ...
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... live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together , careless of mankind . For they lie beside their nectar , and the bolts are hurl'd Far below them in the valleys , and the clouds are lightly curl'd Round their golden houses ...
... live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together , careless of mankind . For they lie beside their nectar , and the bolts are hurl'd Far below them in the valleys , and the clouds are lightly curl'd Round their golden houses ...
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Termos e frases comuns
Acadian ANNABEL LEE arms beat beauty bells beneath bird blow breast breath Camelot chee cheek cloud dark dead dear death deep door dream earth Evangeline evermore Excalibur eyes face fair fear feet flowers friends gleaming golden gone grave hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Itylus Ivy green King King Arthur Lady of Shalott land laugh leaves light lips live Locksley Hall look Lord maiden marshes of Glynn Maud meadows moon morning never night o'er Pioneers prayer quoth Quoth the Raven Ravelston rest rose round sail shadow shining ships shore Sidney Lanier sigh silent sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood strong sweet tears thee thine things thou thought thro unto Vext village voice wave weary whisper wild wind wonder word youth
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