Six Centuries of Great Poetry, Volume 2033Robert Penn Warren, Albert Erskine |
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Page 121
... Nature hath in store Fowl , venison , and fish , And the fruitful'st soil , Without your toil , Three harvests more , All greater than your wish . And the ambitious vine Crowns with his purple mass The cedar reaching high To kiss the ...
... Nature hath in store Fowl , venison , and fish , And the fruitful'st soil , Without your toil , Three harvests more , All greater than your wish . And the ambitious vine Crowns with his purple mass The cedar reaching high To kiss the ...
Page 335
... nature led : more like a man Flying from something that he dreads , than one Who sought the thing he loved . For nature then ( The coarser pleasures of my boyish days , And their glad animal movements all gone by ) To me was all in all ...
... nature led : more like a man Flying from something that he dreads , than one Who sought the thing he loved . For nature then ( The coarser pleasures of my boyish days , And their glad animal movements all gone by ) To me was all in all ...
Page 336
... nature and the language of the sense , The anchor of my purest thoughts , the nurse , The guide , the guardian of my heart , and soul Of all my moral being . Nor perchance , If I were not thus taught , should I the more Suffer my genial ...
... nature and the language of the sense , The anchor of my purest thoughts , the nurse , The guide , the guardian of my heart , and soul Of all my moral being . Nor perchance , If I were not thus taught , should I the more Suffer my genial ...
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Six Centuries of Great Poetry: A Stunning Collection of Classic British ... Robert Penn Warren,Albert Erskine No preview available - 1992 |
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