The Way of Poetry, Libro 1Collins' clear-type Press, 1921 - 272 páginas |
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Página 106
... Lord Randal , my son ? Where gat ye your dinner , my handsome young man ? ' - ' I dined wi ' my true - love ; mother , make my bed soon , For I'm weary wi ' hunting , and fain wald lie down . ' III ' What gat ye to your dinner , Lord ...
... Lord Randal , my son ? Where gat ye your dinner , my handsome young man ? ' - ' I dined wi ' my true - love ; mother , make my bed soon , For I'm weary wi ' hunting , and fain wald lie down . ' III ' What gat ye to your dinner , Lord ...
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... Lord- I do not ask that Thou shouldst change That which to His eyes was not strange When on my grandad - grandad's hide Thy Son t'ward Zion deigned to ride- But Lord - came it of wisdom dark , Or that Thy hand did cease to mark That ...
... Lord- I do not ask that Thou shouldst change That which to His eyes was not strange When on my grandad - grandad's hide Thy Son t'ward Zion deigned to ride- But Lord - came it of wisdom dark , Or that Thy hand did cease to mark That ...
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... Lord , who didst create all things O Mary , go and call the cattle home O my Luve's like a red , red rose O sing unto my roundelay O what can ail thee , knight - at - arms ? • O where hae ye been , Lord Randal , my son O wild West Wind ...
... Lord , who didst create all things O Mary , go and call the cattle home O my Luve's like a red , red rose O sing unto my roundelay O what can ail thee , knight - at - arms ? • O where hae ye been , Lord Randal , my son O wild West Wind ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON beneath birds boughs bowers Chorus-Old Uncle cold cried Daffodil Dan'l Whiddon dance dark dead dear doth dream e'en earth eyes fair feet in ancient fields flocks flowers gammon gipsy golden grave gray green Greensleeves hath hear heart Heaven Heigho hill JOHN keel row Lady Street live Lord Lord Randal maid merry mind moon morn nest never night o'er pale PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Peter Gurney pipe Piper poem poet poetry poor RALPH HODGSON rats Ring ROBERT ROBERT HERRICK round rowley powley Samian wine Say the bells says Anthony Rowley says Rowley shade shepherd shine sing sleep smile song spinach Spring sweet thee thine things THOMAS Thou hast tree Uncle Tom Cobbleigh W. H. DAVIES WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR wild WILLIAM BLAKE WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings wood