The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Nineteenth Century |
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See the mountains kiss high heaven , And the waves clasp one another ! No leaf
or flower would be forgiven , If it disdained to kiss its brother . And the sunlight
clasps the earth , And the moonbeams kiss the sea :What are all these kissings ...
See the mountains kiss high heaven , And the waves clasp one another ! No leaf
or flower would be forgiven , If it disdained to kiss its brother . And the sunlight
clasps the earth , And the moonbeams kiss the sea :What are all these kissings ...
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Страница 195 - And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
Страница 159 - They fought — like brave men, long and well ; They piled that ground with Moslem slain ; They conquered — but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won ; Then saw in death his eyelids close Calmly, as to a night's repose, Like flowers at set of sun.
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