The Oxford Book of Nineteenth-century English VerseJohn Hayward Clarendon Press, 1964 - 969 páginas Anthology of some six hundred poems and excerpts by eighty-five poets. |
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Página 142
... bird did follow , Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners ' hollo ! And I had done a hellish thing , And it would work ' em woe : For all averred , I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow . Ah wretch ! said they , the ...
... bird did follow , Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners ' hollo ! And I had done a hellish thing , And it would work ' em woe : For all averred , I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow . Ah wretch ! said they , the ...
Página 668
... bird , I took it from the nest ; I prest it , and blest it , And nurst it in my breast . I set it on the ground , I danced round and round , And sang about it so cheerly , With ' Hey my little bird , and ho And ho but I love thee dearly ...
... bird , I took it from the nest ; I prest it , and blest it , And nurst it in my breast . I set it on the ground , I danced round and round , And sang about it so cheerly , With ' Hey my little bird , and ho And ho but I love thee dearly ...
Página 669
... bird , and ho my little bird , And ho but I love thee dearly . ' But when the day was done , And the room was at rest , And I sat all alone With my birdie in my breast , And the light had fled , And not a sound was heard , Then little bird ...
... bird , and ho my little bird , And ho but I love thee dearly . ' But when the day was done , And the room was at rest , And I sat all alone With my birdie in my breast , And the light had fled , And not a sound was heard , Then little bird ...
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GEORGE CRABBE 17541822 | 1 |
The Book of Thel 1789 | 32 |
EMILY JANE BRONTË 181948 | 48 |
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