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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... soul is in thy face . 3 Oh , I should fade - ' tis willed so ! Might I save , Gladly I would , whatever beauty gave Joy to thy sense , for that was precious too . It is not to be granted . But the soul Whence the love comes , all ravage ...
... soul is in thy face . 3 Oh , I should fade - ' tis willed so ! Might I save , Gladly I would , whatever beauty gave Joy to thy sense , for that was precious too . It is not to be granted . But the soul Whence the love comes , all ravage ...
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... soul of a star , In the sweet low light of thy face , under heavens untrod by the sun , Let my soul with their souls find place , and forget what is done and undone . Thou art more than the Gods who number the days of our tem- poral ...
... soul of a star , In the sweet low light of thy face , under heavens untrod by the sun , Let my soul with their souls find place , and forget what is done and undone . Thou art more than the Gods who number the days of our tem- poral ...
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... soul of a child looked out of the eyes of a child , Or ever the tale was done . O my child , who wronged you first , and began First the dance of death that you dance so well ? Soul for soul : and I think the soul of a man Shall answer ...
... soul of a child looked out of the eyes of a child , Or ever the tale was done . O my child , who wronged you first , and began First the dance of death that you dance so well ? Soul for soul : and I think the soul of a man Shall answer ...
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GEORGE CRABBE 17541822 | 1 |
The Book of Thel 1789 | 32 |
EMILY JANE BRONTË 181948 | 48 |
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