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Ok , though it be so heavenly high The selfishness of earth above , That , of the
watchers in the sky , He sleeps who guards a brother ' s loveThough to a sister ' s
present weal The deep devotion far transcends The utmost that the soul can feel
...
Ok , though it be so heavenly high The selfishness of earth above , That , of the
watchers in the sky , He sleeps who guards a brother ' s loveThough to a sister ' s
present weal The deep devotion far transcends The utmost that the soul can feel
...
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And to its dull , out - wearied ear , Thy voice of melody has crept , In tones it
cannot choose but hear ; And now I feel it only slept , And know , at ev ' n thy
lightest smile , It gathered fire and strength the while . Fail me not thou ! This
feeling past ...
And to its dull , out - wearied ear , Thy voice of melody has crept , In tones it
cannot choose but hear ; And now I feel it only slept , And know , at ev ' n thy
lightest smile , It gathered fire and strength the while . Fail me not thou ! This
feeling past ...
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But why Feel I this wild recoil ? ... To live but for a hope that mocks at last To
agonize , to strive , to watch , to fast , To waste the light of day , Night ' s better
beauty , feeling , fancy , thought , All that we have and are — for this — for nought
!
But why Feel I this wild recoil ? ... To live but for a hope that mocks at last To
agonize , to strive , to watch , to fast , To waste the light of day , Night ' s better
beauty , feeling , fancy , thought , All that we have and are — for this — for nought
!
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I looked out To feel the common air , and when the breath Of the delicious
morning met my brow Cooling its fever , and the pleasant sun Shone on familiar
objects , it was like The feeling of the captive who comes forth From darkness to
the ...
I looked out To feel the common air , and when the breath Of the delicious
morning met my brow Cooling its fever , and the pleasant sun Shone on familiar
objects , it was like The feeling of the captive who comes forth From darkness to
the ...
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Tis difficult to feel that she is dead . Her presence , like the shadow of a wing That
is just lessening in the upper sky , Lingers upon us . We can hear her voice , And
for her step we listen , and the eye Looks for her wonted coming with a strange ...
Tis difficult to feel that she is dead . Her presence , like the shadow of a wing That
is just lessening in the upper sky , Lingers upon us . We can hear her voice , And
for her step we listen , and the eye Looks for her wonted coming with a strange ...
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| Заглавие | Melanie and Other Poems |
| Автор | Nathaniel Parker Willis |
| Издание | 2 |
| Издател | Saunders and Otley, 1837 |
| Оригиналът е от | Нюйоркската обществена библиотека |
| Цифровизирана на | 11 Дек 2006 |
| Брой страници | 242 страници |
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