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... dead . All Love is dead , infected With plague of deep disdain ; Worth , as nought worth , rejected , And Faith fair scorn doth gain . From so ungrateful fancy , From such a female franzy , From them that use men thus , Good Lord ...
... dead . All Love is dead , infected With plague of deep disdain ; Worth , as nought worth , rejected , And Faith fair scorn doth gain . From so ungrateful fancy , From such a female franzy , From them that use men thus , Good Lord ...
Page 176
... dead and dark abode A way Leads up to God ; where you might tread the sun , and be More bright than he ! But as I ... dead friends , good people now dead 40 45 50 55 5 ΙΟ O holy Hope ! and high Humility ! High as [ 176 ] THE SEVENTEENTH ...
... dead and dark abode A way Leads up to God ; where you might tread the sun , and be More bright than he ! But as I ... dead friends , good people now dead 40 45 50 55 5 ΙΟ O holy Hope ! and high Humility ! High as [ 176 ] THE SEVENTEENTH ...
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... Dead I walked out to the graveyard to see the dead The iron gates were locked , I couldn't get in , A golden pheasant on the dark fir boughs Looked with fearful method at the sunset , Said I , Sir bird , wink no more at me I have had ...
... Dead I walked out to the graveyard to see the dead The iron gates were locked , I couldn't get in , A golden pheasant on the dark fir boughs Looked with fearful method at the sunset , Said I , Sir bird , wink no more at me I have had ...
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beauty bird blood breath cloud cold dark dead death doth dream dust E. E. Cummings earth eternal eyes face fair fear fire flowers glory grace grave green Greensleeves hair hand hath hear heart heaven Heigh holy kiss koude leaves light live look Lord Lord Randal Louis MacNeice lullaby mind moon morning mother never night o'er pain Poems rain reprinted by permission Richard Wilbur rose round Samian wine seyde shal shine shore silent sing Sir Patrick Spens sleep smile snow song soul spring stars sweet tell Thanne thee ther thine things thou art thought Timor mortis conturbat tree unto voice W. B. Yeats W. H. Auden W. S. Merwin weep whan wild wind wings wolde word ΙΟ