 | William Butler Yeats - 1895 - 306 páginas
...foolish things that live a day, Eternal Beauty wandering on her way. Come near, come near, come near — Ah, leave me still A little space for the rose-breath...crave ; The weak worm hiding down in its small cave, The_field mouse running by me in the grass, 197 And heavy mortal hopes that toil and pass ; But seek... | |
 | Thomas Bird Mosher - 1900 - 496 páginas
...foolish things that live a day, Eternal Beauty wandering on her way. Come near, come near, come near — Ah, leave me still A little space for the rose-breath to fill I Lest I no more hear common things that crave ; The weak worm hiding down in its small cave, The field-mouse... | |
 | William Butler Yeats - 1906 - 366 páginas
...things that live a day, Eternal beauty wandering on her way. 165 Come near, come near, come near — Ah, leave me still A little space for the rose-breath...fill! Lest I no more hear common things that crave; ^ .4, The weak worm hiding down in its small cave, faG \ .-,«/~ The field mouse running by me in the... | |
 | William Butler Yeats - 1925 - 552 páginas
...foolish things that live a day, Eternal beauty wandering on her way. Come near, come near, come near — Ah, leave me still A little space for the rose-breath...fill! Lest I no more hear common things that crave; 99 The weak worm hiding down in its small cave, The field mouse running by me in the grass, And heavy... | |
 | William Butler Yeats - 1925 - 550 páginas
...foolish things that live a day, Eternal beauty wandering on her way. Come near, come near, come near — Ah, leave me still A little space for the rose-breath to fill! Lest I no more hear common things that The weak worm hiding down in its small cave, The field mouse running by me in the grass, And heavy... | |
 | Clarence Edward Andrews, Milton Oswin Percival - 1926 - 320 páginas
...foolish things that live a day, Eternal beauty wandering on her way. Come near, come near, come near — Ah, leave me still A little space for the rose-breath...cave, The field mouse running by me in the grass, The heavy mortal hopes that toil and pass; But seek alone to hear the strange things said By God to... | |
 | William Butler Yeats - 1916 - 536 páginas
...echoed Morris I prayed to the Red Rose, to Intellectual Beauty: Come near, come near, come near — ah, leave me still A little space for the Rose-breath to fill, Lest I no more hear common things . . . But seek alone to hear the strange things said By God to the bright hearts of those long dead,... | |
 | Sir John Collings Squire, Rolfe Arnold Scott-James - 1922 - 738 páginas
...had moved men most during many, mainly Christian, centuries. Come near, come near, come near—ah, leave me still A little space for the Rose-breath to fill, Lest I no more hear common things. ... But seek alone to hear the strange things said By God to the bright hearts of those long dead,... | |
 | Gale C. Schricker - 1982 - 214 páginas
...the rose's symbolic nature by insisting on its empirical roots: Come near, come near, come near—Ah, leave me still A little space for the rose-breath...fill! Lest I no more hear common things that crave . . . And learn to chaunt a tongue men do not know. Murphy reads this thematic/structural duality of... | |
 | William T. Gorski - 1996 - 244 páginas
...poet who would sing the "ancient ways" of Ireland asks his muse, Come near, come near, come near — Ah, leave me still A little space for the rose-breath to fill! Lest I no more hear of things that crave; The weak worm hiding down in its small cave; The field-mouse running by me in... | |
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But seek alone to hear the strange things said By God to the bright hearts of those long dead, And learn to chaunt a tongue men do not know. 
