The New Golden Treasury of English VerseEdward Leeson |
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... live , and now my life is done . My tale was heard and yet it was not told , My fruit is fallen and yet my leaves are green , My youth is spent and yet I am not old , I saw the world and yet I was not seen ; My thread is cut , and yet ...
... live , and now my life is done . My tale was heard and yet it was not told , My fruit is fallen and yet my leaves are green , My youth is spent and yet I am not old , I saw the world and yet I was not seen ; My thread is cut , and yet ...
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... live with me , and be my love , And we will all the pleasures prove , That valleys , groves , hills , and fields , Woods , or steepy mountain yields . And we will sit upon the rocks , Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks , By shallow ...
... live with me , and be my love , And we will all the pleasures prove , That valleys , groves , hills , and fields , Woods , or steepy mountain yields . And we will sit upon the rocks , Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks , By shallow ...
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... live , and I will live 393 III Break , break , break , 362 Christmas Eve , and twelve of the clock . Cupid INDEX OF FIRST LINES 102.
... live , and I will live 393 III Break , break , break , 362 Christmas Eve , and twelve of the clock . Cupid INDEX OF FIRST LINES 102.
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Adlestrop beauty Beeny beneath bird blood breast breath bright clouds Colour-Sergeant dance Danny Deever dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth echo ring eternal ev'ry eyes face fair fall fear fire flame flowers forto grace Grantchester green GRONGAR HILL hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill honour Hymen kings kiss land leaves light live look Lord lute Lycidas mind moon morning Muse ne'er never NICHOLAS BRETON night nymphs o'er peace pleasure pow'r praise pride rest rose round Samian wine shade shadow shine sigh sight sing Sir Patrick Spens sleep smile song soul sound spirit spring stars stood sweet tears tell thee thine things thought Timor mortis conturbat Tiresias trees twas unto voice vrom W. B. YEATS weep wild wind woods youth