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... Rest in the bottom lay . For if I should ( said He ) Bestow this jewel also on My creature , He would adore My gifts instead of Me , And rest in Nature , not the God of Nature : So both should losers be . Yet let him keep the rest , But ...
... Rest in the bottom lay . For if I should ( said He ) Bestow this jewel also on My creature , He would adore My gifts instead of Me , And rest in Nature , not the God of Nature : So both should losers be . Yet let him keep the rest , But ...
Page 240
... rest , And heart that cannot rest , agree ! This glassy stream , that spreading pine , Those alders quiv'ring to the breeze , Might soothe a soul less hurt than mine , And please , if any thing could please . But fix'd unalterable care ...
... rest , And heart that cannot rest , agree ! This glassy stream , that spreading pine , Those alders quiv'ring to the breeze , Might soothe a soul less hurt than mine , And please , if any thing could please . But fix'd unalterable care ...
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... rest , the days and haps of the rest , Was call'd by my nighest name by clear loud voices of young men as they saw me approaching or passing , Felt their arms on my neck as I stood , or the negligent leaning of their flesh against me as ...
... rest , the days and haps of the rest , Was call'd by my nighest name by clear loud voices of young men as they saw me approaching or passing , Felt their arms on my neck as I stood , or the negligent leaning of their flesh against me as ...
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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