A Little Treasury of Love Poems, from Chaucer to Dylan Thomas |
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... Their ways to wander and their wards to keep , Till story and song and glory and all things sleep ? Hath he not plucked from death of lovers dead Their musical soft memories , and kept red The rose of their remembrance in men's ...
... Their ways to wander and their wards to keep , Till story and song and glory and all things sleep ? Hath he not plucked from death of lovers dead Their musical soft memories , and kept red The rose of their remembrance in men's ...
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The poet speaks but to her dead ears no more The sleek throat is gone — and the breast that was troubled to listen Shadow from door Therefore I will not praise your knees nor your fine walking Telling you men shall remember your name as ...
The poet speaks but to her dead ears no more The sleek throat is gone — and the breast that was troubled to listen Shadow from door Therefore I will not praise your knees nor your fine walking Telling you men shall remember your name as ...
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SONG FROM A ELLA O SING unto my roundelay , O drop the briny tear with me ; Dance no more at holyday , Like a running river be : My love is dead , Gone to his death - bed All under the willow - tree . Black his cryne as the winter night ...
SONG FROM A ELLA O SING unto my roundelay , O drop the briny tear with me ; Dance no more at holyday , Like a running river be : My love is dead , Gone to his death - bed All under the willow - tree . Black his cryne as the winter night ...
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Contents
SONG | 7 |
GO LOVELY ROSE Edmund Waller | 8 |
THE NIGHT HAS A THOUSAND EYES F W Bourdillon | 14 |
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