An Anthology of World PoetryMark Van Doren Harcourt, Brace, 1989 - 1467 sider |
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... breath Who the poor dead might be And a voice answered me . So now I pray that Allah may be moved To drop sleep on her eyes because she loved . She will not care though lovers do not come To wipe the dust from off a lover's tomb , She ...
... breath Who the poor dead might be And a voice answered me . So now I pray that Allah may be moved To drop sleep on her eyes because she loved . She will not care though lovers do not come To wipe the dust from off a lover's tomb , She ...
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... BREATH BREATHING do I draw that air to me Which I feel coming from Provença , All that is thence so pleasureth me That whenever I hear good speech of it I listen a - laughing and straightway Demand for each word an hundred more , So ...
... BREATH BREATHING do I draw that air to me Which I feel coming from Provença , All that is thence so pleasureth me That whenever I hear good speech of it I listen a - laughing and straightway Demand for each word an hundred more , So ...
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... breath ! I know that my poor old mother ( And she too knows ) must come to death , And that her son must follow her . I know that rich and poor and all , Foolish and wise , and priest and lay , Mean folk and noble , great and small ...
... breath ! I know that my poor old mother ( And she too knows ) must come to death , And that her son must follow her . I know that rich and poor and all , Foolish and wise , and priest and lay , Mean folk and noble , great and small ...
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