Inni boken
Resultat 1-3 av 85
Side 50
O fayrest goddesse , do thou not enuy My loue with me to spy : For thou likewise didst loue , though now ynthought , And for a fleece of woll , which priuily The Latmian shephard once vnto thee brought , His pleasures with thee wrought ...
O fayrest goddesse , do thou not enuy My loue with me to spy : For thou likewise didst loue , though now ynthought , And for a fleece of woll , which priuily The Latmian shephard once vnto thee brought , His pleasures with thee wrought ...
Side 148
Thou art of lasting make , like thoughtless men , A strong nativity — but for the pen ; Eat opium , mingle arsenic in thy drink , Still thou mayst live , avoiding pen and ink . I see , I see , ' tis counsel given in vain , For treason ...
Thou art of lasting make , like thoughtless men , A strong nativity — but for the pen ; Eat opium , mingle arsenic in thy drink , Still thou mayst live , avoiding pen and ink . I see , I see , ' tis counsel given in vain , For treason ...
Side 473
And thou hast climb'd the hill , And gain'd the white brow of the Cumner range , Turn'd once to watch , while thick the snowflakes fall , The line of festal light in Christ - Church hall — Then sought thy straw in some sequester'd ...
And thou hast climb'd the hill , And gain'd the white brow of the Cumner range , Turn'd once to watch , while thick the snowflakes fall , The line of festal light in Christ - Church hall — Then sought thy straw in some sequester'd ...
Hva folk mener - Skriv en omtale
Vi har ikke funnet noen omtaler på noen av de vanlige stedene.
Innhold
GEOFFREY CHAUCER By H S BENNETT | 1 |
EDMUND SPENSER By C S LEWIS | 40 |
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE By P ALEXANDER | 69 |
15 andre deler vises ikke
Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
appear beauty blow breath bright close cloud dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fall fear feel flowers give Greek green half hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hill hope hour human Italy King Lady leaves less light lines live look lord lost mind moon morn move Muse Nature never night o'er once pain pass play poems poet poetry rest rose round seems seen sense side silent sing sleep song soon soul sound spirit stand stars strange sweet tears tell thee things thou thought tree true turn voice waves wind woods write youth