 | Literature - 1931 - 872 pages
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 | William Ernest Henley - English poetry - 1897 - 438 pages
...FOR THE SPRING O WESTERN wind when wilt thou blow [That] the small rain down can rain ? Christ, that my love were in my arms And I in my bed again ! Anonymous. 2O THAT LENGTH OF TIME CONSUME TH ALL THINGS WHAT harder is than stone ? What more than... | |
 | Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch - English poetry - 1901 - 1190 pages
...Spring i6th Cent. (?) WESTERN wind, when wilt thou blow That the small rain down can rain ? Christ, that my love were in my arms And I in my bed again ! O 28. Balow i6th Cent DALOW, my babe, lie still and sleep! *~^ It grieves me sore to see thee weep.... | |
 | Elizabeth Godfrey - 1902 - 374 pages
...—Bliss Carman. Oh, western wind, when wilt thou blow That the small rain down can rain? Christ! that my love were in my arms And I in my bed again! —Anon. (i6th Cent.). Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's... | |
 | Francis Barton Gummere - Ballads - 1907 - 392 pages
...what not: — " O western wind, when wilt thou blow That the small rain down can rain ? Christ, that my love were in my arms, And I in my bed again ! " But it rapidly grew definite. Daybreak songs led to some of the finest touches of description;... | |
 | Edward Thomas - English poetry - 1911 - 388 pages
...fact which hints to Mr. Chambers of " an inspiration from folk song." Another piece of one verse — Western wind, when will thou blow, The small rain...Christ, if my love were in my arms And I in my bed again ! has more than a tinge of the ballad and song, " The Unquiet Grave," which begins : The wind doth... | |
 | Andrew Macphail - English poetry - 1916 - 542 pages
...for the Spring O WESTERN wind, when wilt thou blow That the small rain down can rain ? Christ, that my love were in my arms And I in my bed again ! ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON 372. From ' Maud' OTHAT 'twere possible After long grief and pain To find the... | |
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O western wind, when wilt thou blow, That the small rain down can rain? Christ, that my love were in my arms, And I in my bed again! 
