Six Centuries of Great Poetry, Volume 2033Robert Penn Warren, Albert Erskine |
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Page 87
... wings , And at my feet a clog I wear , Tied on with false disdaining strings ; My wings to mount aloft make haste , My clog doth sink me down as fast . That is our state , lo , thus we stand , They rise to fall that climb too high ; The ...
... wings , And at my feet a clog I wear , Tied on with false disdaining strings ; My wings to mount aloft make haste , My clog doth sink me down as fast . That is our state , lo , thus we stand , They rise to fall that climb too high ; The ...
Page 240
... wings , dissolve and fly This Ætna in epitome . Dropping December shall come weeping in , Bewail th ' usurping of his reign ; But when in show'rs of old Greek we begin , Shall cry , he hath his crown again ! Night as clear Hesper shall ...
... wings , dissolve and fly This Ætna in epitome . Dropping December shall come weeping in , Bewail th ' usurping of his reign ; But when in show'rs of old Greek we begin , Shall cry , he hath his crown again ! Night as clear Hesper shall ...
Page 496
... wings . I have looked upon those brilliant creatures , And now my heart is sore . All's changed since I , hearing at twilight , The first time on this shore , The bell - beat of their wings above my head , Trod with a lighter tread ...
... wings . I have looked upon those brilliant creatures , And now my heart is sore . All's changed since I , hearing at twilight , The first time on this shore , The bell - beat of their wings above my head , Trod with a lighter tread ...
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Gray Thomas 292299 | 111 |
Griffin Bartholomew | 117 |
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