Anthology of the World's Best Poems, Volume 4W. H. Wise, 1948 - 3198 pages |
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Silence HERE is a silence where hath been no sound , THERE is a silence where no sound may be , In the cold grave - under the deep , deep sea , Or in wide desert where no life is found , Which hath been mute , and still must sleep ...
Silence HERE is a silence where hath been no sound , THERE is a silence where no sound may be , In the cold grave - under the deep , deep sea , Or in wide desert where no life is found , Which hath been mute , and still must sleep ...
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... sounds were sweeter ' Than the dome of Peter Flings o'er the Tiber , Pealing solemnly- O , the bells of Shandon Sound far more grand on The pleasant waters Of the River Lee . There's a bell in Moscow , While on tower and kiosk O ! In ...
... sounds were sweeter ' Than the dome of Peter Flings o'er the Tiber , Pealing solemnly- O , the bells of Shandon Sound far more grand on The pleasant waters Of the River Lee . There's a bell in Moscow , While on tower and kiosk O ! In ...
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... sounds he frame , not a fourth sound , but a star . Consider it well : each tone of our scale in itself is naught ; It is everywhere in the world - loud , soft , and all is said : Give it to me to use ! I mix it with two in my thought ...
... sounds he frame , not a fourth sound , but a star . Consider it well : each tone of our scale in itself is naught ; It is everywhere in the world - loud , soft , and all is said : Give it to me to use ! I mix it with two in my thought ...
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