Six Centuries of Great Poetry, Volume 2033Robert Penn Warren, Albert Erskine |
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... thou such treasure waste in vain , But love now , whilst thou mayst be loved again . When Men Shall Find Thy Flower When men shall find thy flower , thy glory , pass , And thou with careful brow sitting alone Received hast this message ...
... thou such treasure waste in vain , But love now , whilst thou mayst be loved again . When Men Shall Find Thy Flower When men shall find thy flower , thy glory , pass , And thou with careful brow sitting alone Received hast this message ...
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... thou art not so , For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow Die not , poor Death , nor yet canst thou kill me . From rest and sleep , which but thy picture be , Much pleasure , then from thee much more must flow ; And soonest our ...
... thou art not so , For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow Die not , poor Death , nor yet canst thou kill me . From rest and sleep , which but thy picture be , Much pleasure , then from thee much more must flow ; And soonest our ...
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... Thou hast not lived , why shouldst thou perish , so ? Thou hadst one aim , one business , one desire : Else wert thou long since numbered with the dead- Else hadst thou spent , like other men , thy fire . The generations of thy peers ...
... Thou hast not lived , why shouldst thou perish , so ? Thou hadst one aim , one business , one desire : Else wert thou long since numbered with the dead- Else hadst thou spent , like other men , thy fire . The generations of thy peers ...
Contents
Gay John 283285 | 50 |
Gray Thomas 292299 | 111 |
Griffin Bartholomew | 117 |
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