Six Centuries of Great Poetry, Volume 2033Robert Penn Warren, Albert Erskine |
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Page 217
... field , And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate , And must give up their murmuring breath When they , pale captives ...
... field , And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate , And must give up their murmuring breath When they , pale captives ...
Page 239
... field resounds thy praises loud , And Worster's laureat wreath ; yet much remains To conquer still ; peace hath her victories No less renowned than war , new foes arise Threat'ning to bind our souls with secular chains : Help us to save ...
... field resounds thy praises loud , And Worster's laureat wreath ; yet much remains To conquer still ; peace hath her victories No less renowned than war , new foes arise Threat'ning to bind our souls with secular chains : Help us to save ...
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... field there , This house of four rooms , that field red and rough , Though it yield there , For the rabbit that robs , scarce a blade or a bent ; If a magpie alight now , it seems an event ; And they both will be gone at November's ...
... field there , This house of four rooms , that field red and rough , Though it yield there , For the rabbit that robs , scarce a blade or a bent ; If a magpie alight now , it seems an event ; And they both will be gone at November's ...
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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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