Verses and Sonnets. Hilaire Belloc

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Автор произведения Hilaire Belloc
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       Hilaire Belloc

      Verses and Sonnets

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4057664148339

       VERSES.

       THE NIGHT.

       HOMAGE.

       CUCKOO!

       SONNETS.

       THE HARBOUR.

       HER YOUTH.

       LOVE AND HONOUR.

       HER MUSIC.

       HER FAITH.

       HER GIFT IN A GARDEN.

       THE CHECK.

       THE POOR OF LONDON.

       GROTESQUES.

       NOËL.

       THE EARLY MORNING.

       AUVERGNAT.

       THE WORLD’S END.

       FILLE-LA-HAINE.

       THE MOON’S FUNERAL.

       THE JUSTICE OF THE PEACE.

       EPIGRAMS.

       ON PERKINS—AN ACTOR.

       ON SLOP—A POET.

       ON TORTURE—A SINGER.

       ON SUBTLE—A REVIEWER.

       ON PAUNCH—A PARASITE.

       ON PUGLEY—A DON.

       SONNETS OF THE TWELVE MONTHS.

       JANUARY.

       FEBRUARY.

       MARCH.

       APRIL.

       MAY.

       JUNE.

       JULY.

       AUGUST.

       SEPTEMBER.

       OCTOBER.

       NOVEMBER.

       DECEMBER.

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      Most holy Night, that still dost keep

      The keys of all the doors of sleep,

      To me when my tired eyelids close

      Give thou repose.

      And let the far lament of them

      That chaunt the dead day’s requiem

      Make in my ears, who wakeful lie,

      Soft lullaby.

      Bid them that guard the sacred moon

      By my bedside their memories croon;

      So shall I have strange dreams and blest

      In my brief rest.

      Fold thy great wings about my face,

      Hide day-dawn from my resting-place,

      And cheat me with thy false delight,

      Most holy Night.

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      I.

      There is a light around your head

      Which only Saints of God may wear,

      And all the flowers on which you tread

      In pleasaunce more than ours have fed,

      And supped the essential