Six Centuries of Great Poetry, 第 2033 巻Robert Penn Warren, Albert Erskine Dell Publishing Company, 1955 - 544 ページ |
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... doth haunt . What man grafts in a tree dissimulation ? O sweet woods , the delight of solitariness ! O , how well I do like your solitariness ! Yet , dear soil , if a soul closed in a mansion As sweet as violets , fair as lily is ...
... doth haunt . What man grafts in a tree dissimulation ? O sweet woods , the delight of solitariness ! O , how well I do like your solitariness ! Yet , dear soil , if a soul closed in a mansion As sweet as violets , fair as lily is ...
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... doth shadow of your beauty show , The other as your bounty doth appear ; And you in every blessed shape we know . In all external grace you have some part , But you like none , none you , for constant heart . Sonnet 54 O ! how much more ...
... doth shadow of your beauty show , The other as your bounty doth appear ; And you in every blessed shape we know . In all external grace you have some part , But you like none , none you , for constant heart . Sonnet 54 O ! how much more ...
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... Doth part his function and is partly blind , Seems seeing , but effectually is out ; For it no form delivers to the heart Of bird , of flower , or shape , which it doth latch : Of his quick objects hath the mind no part , Nor his own ...
... Doth part his function and is partly blind , Seems seeing , but effectually is out ; For it no form delivers to the heart Of bird , of flower , or shape , which it doth latch : Of his quick objects hath the mind no part , Nor his own ...
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