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... wine . Eat well of the sop , Jenny , Drink well of the wine ; Thank you Robin kindly , You shall be mine . Jenny she got well , And stood upon her feet , And told Robin plainly She loved him not a bit . Robin , being angry , Hopp'd on a ...
... wine . Eat well of the sop , Jenny , Drink well of the wine ; Thank you Robin kindly , You shall be mine . Jenny she got well , And stood upon her feet , And told Robin plainly She loved him not a bit . Robin , being angry , Hopp'd on a ...
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... wine , And endless flocks of goats and sheep , And endless herds of kine , And endless trains of waggons That creaked beneath the weight Of corn - sacks and of household goods , Choked every roaring gate . Now from the rock Tarpeian ...
... wine , And endless flocks of goats and sheep , And endless herds of kine , And endless trains of waggons That creaked beneath the weight Of corn - sacks and of household goods , Choked every roaring gate . Now from the rock Tarpeian ...
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... the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height , The locks of the approaching storm . Thou I dirge 1 Maenad : a priestess of Bacchus , the wine - god . Of the dying year , to which this closing night 150 Percy Bysshe Shelley.
... the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height , The locks of the approaching storm . Thou I dirge 1 Maenad : a priestess of Bacchus , the wine - god . Of the dying year , to which this closing night 150 Percy Bysshe Shelley.
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... wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine . Chorus hymeneal Or triumphal chant , Match'd with thine would be all But an empty vaunt- A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want . What objects are the fountains Of thy ...
... wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine . Chorus hymeneal Or triumphal chant , Match'd with thine would be all But an empty vaunt- A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want . What objects are the fountains Of thy ...
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... wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine . Chorus hymeneal Or triumphal chant , Match'd with thine would be all But an empty vaunt— A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want . What objects are the fountains Of thy ...
... wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine . Chorus hymeneal Or triumphal chant , Match'd with thine would be all But an empty vaunt— A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want . What objects are the fountains Of thy ...
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baby beautiful bell birds Blow high blow low Blynken bonny coasts bower brave bright Camelot Children dear cloud Clusium coasts of Barbary cried dance dead deep doth dream earth Echo EUGENE FIELD eyes fairy father field flowers fountain gleam glory green grey Hark hath hear heard hearts riding heaven hill Horatius invar JAMES HOGG KENNETH GRAHAME Kilmeny King Lady of Shalott land Lars Porsena light look look'd Lord LORD TENNYSON loud lulla lullaby Maid merry moon morn never night o'er poems rain Ring river ROBERT HERRICK Robin Rome rose round run the tubs sailed Samian wine seaman to go sing Slapton sleep smiled smuggler snow song sound spake stars stood stream sweet thee thou Tournament towers tree tubs at Slapton Twas vision voice waves wild WILLIAM ALLINGHAM WILLIAM BLAKE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wine Wynken
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Página 194 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " 'Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Página 157 - The isles of Greece ! the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung!
Página 128 - Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year, to which this closing night Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre, Vaulted with all thy congregated might Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere Black rain, and fire, and hail, will burst : Oh hear!
Página 161 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword. His truth is marching on.
Página 73 - I'll tell thee: He is called by thy name, For He calls Himself a Lamb. He is meek, and He is mild ; He became a little child. I a child, and thou a lamb, We are called by his name. Little Lamb,- God bless thee...
Página 80 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me : — ' Pipe a song about a lamb : ' So I piped with merry cheer. ' Piper, pipe that song again : ' So I piped ; he wept to hear.
Página 155 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs, Which ne'er might be repeated...
Página 58 - Philomel with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby. Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby. Never harm Nor spell nor charm Come our lovely lady nigh. So good night, with lullaby.
Página 135 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess, excellently bright! Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose: Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess, excellently bright!
Página 140 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave; For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow...