Life of William Blake, "Pictor Ignotus": With Selections from His Poems and Other WritingsMacmillan and Company, 1863 - 389 ページ |
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... Death doth sport In the bright sunshine of this fatal day . Dagw . Now my heart dances , and I am as light As the young bridegroom going to be married . Now must I to my soldiers , get them ready , Furbish our armours bright , new plume ...
... Death doth sport In the bright sunshine of this fatal day . Dagw . Now my heart dances , and I am as light As the young bridegroom going to be married . Now must I to my soldiers , get them ready , Furbish our armours bright , new plume ...
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... death , And shook his mortal dart against my head , Thou'dst laugh his fury into nerveless shame ! Go now , for thou ... deaths are posting up and down , Commission'd to this fatal field of Cressy . Methinks I see them arm my gallant ...
... death , And shook his mortal dart against my head , Thou'dst laugh his fury into nerveless shame ! Go now , for thou ... deaths are posting up and down , Commission'd to this fatal field of Cressy . Methinks I see them arm my gallant ...
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... death is terrible , though on angels ' wings : How terrible , then , is the field of death ! Where he doth rend the vault of heav'n , and shake The gates of hell ! Oh Dagworth ! France is sick : The very sky , tho ' sunshine light it ...
... death is terrible , though on angels ' wings : How terrible , then , is the field of death ! Where he doth rend the vault of heav'n , and shake The gates of hell ! Oh Dagworth ! France is sick : The very sky , tho ' sunshine light it ...
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... death - bed , whose face is shown by light Of sickly taper ! It makes me sad and sick At very heart . Thousands must ... death . I seem to be in one great charnel - house , And seem to scent the rotten carcases ! . I seem to hear the ...
... death - bed , whose face is shown by light Of sickly taper ! It makes me sad and sick At very heart . Thousands must ... death . I seem to be in one great charnel - house , And seem to scent the rotten carcases ! . I seem to hear the ...
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... death . [ Exeunt . SCENE VI . — In the Camp . Several of the Warriors met in the King's Tent . A minstrel sings . O Sons of Trojan Brutus , cloth'd in war , Whose voices are the thunder of the field , Your ancestors came from the fires ...
... death . [ Exeunt . SCENE VI . — In the Camp . Several of the Warriors met in the King's Tent . A minstrel sings . O Sons of Trojan Brutus , cloth'd in war , Whose voices are the thunder of the field , Your ancestors came from the fires ...
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