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vol . 2. N.s. ORIGINAL POETRY . ( Lon . Mag . ) THE LAST DAY OF SUMMER .
SUMMER , Summer , come again ! Dost thou dread a little rain ? Canst thou
perish in a cloud ? Are the winds so fresh and loud , Weaving mirth above thy
pain ?
vol . 2. N.s. ORIGINAL POETRY . ( Lon . Mag . ) THE LAST DAY OF SUMMER .
SUMMER , Summer , come again ! Dost thou dread a little rain ? Canst thou
perish in a cloud ? Are the winds so fresh and loud , Weaving mirth above thy
pain ?
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The maidens there are gay and fair And thou wilt own that the rose just blown As
the blossoms on the tree ; Is not more fair than she ; Away ! away ! ere break of
day And that she may claim as pure a name To merry Normandy , As the best of ...
The maidens there are gay and fair And thou wilt own that the rose just blown As
the blossoms on the tree ; Is not more fair than she ; Away ! away ! ere break of
day And that she may claim as pure a name To merry Normandy , As the best of ...
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Thou bast seen a flow'ret pine away , to support existence to think of laying That ,
lov'd by thee , would have blossom'd fair , it down upon such grounds . I should
And thou shalt meet with a worse decay , deem it quite enough to perish for And ...
Thou bast seen a flow'ret pine away , to support existence to think of laying That ,
lov'd by thee , would have blossom'd fair , it down upon such grounds . I should
And thou shalt meet with a worse decay , deem it quite enough to perish for And ...
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Thou that beneath its crowning foliage sleepest , And , in the stillness of thy
country's breast , Thy place of memory , as an altar , keepest ! Brightly thy spirit o'
er her hills was poured , Thou of the Lyre and Sword ! Rest , Bard ! rest , Soldier !
Thou that beneath its crowning foliage sleepest , And , in the stillness of thy
country's breast , Thy place of memory , as an altar , keepest ! Brightly thy spirit o'
er her hills was poured , Thou of the Lyre and Sword ! Rest , Bard ! rest , Soldier !
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They were from thee , thou radiant dame , O'er Fancy's region that reigo'st
supreme ! Thou lovely thing of beauty so bright , Of everlasting new delight ; Of
foible , of freak , of gambol and glee ; Of all that teases , And all that pleases , All
that we ...
They were from thee , thou radiant dame , O'er Fancy's region that reigo'st
supreme ! Thou lovely thing of beauty so bright , Of everlasting new delight ; Of
foible , of freak , of gambol and glee ; Of all that teases , And all that pleases , All
that we ...
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