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... own passionate heart , Sung with a lip of fire , but ever named As an old rhyme
that I had chanced to hear ; Riding beside her , sleeping at her door , Doing her
maddest bidding at the risk Of life — what marvel if at last I grew Presumptuous ?
... own passionate heart , Sung with a lip of fire , but ever named As an old rhyme
that I had chanced to hear ; Riding beside her , sleeping at her door , Doing her
maddest bidding at the risk Of life — what marvel if at last I grew Presumptuous ?
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But thou canst hear ! and love May richly on a human tone be pour ' d , . And the
least cadence of a whisper ' d word A daughter ' s love may proveAnd while I
speak thou knowst if I smile , Albeit thou canst not see my face the while ! Yes ,
thou ...
But thou canst hear ! and love May richly on a human tone be pour ' d , . And the
least cadence of a whisper ' d word A daughter ' s love may proveAnd while I
speak thou knowst if I smile , Albeit thou canst not see my face the while ! Yes ,
thou ...
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Like a rich harp - string , yearning to caress thee , And hear thy sweet " my father !
” from these dumb And cold lips , Absalom ! “ The grave hath won thee . I shall
hear the gush Of music , and the voices of the young ; And life will pass me in the
...
Like a rich harp - string , yearning to caress thee , And hear thy sweet " my father !
” from these dumb And cold lips , Absalom ! “ The grave hath won thee . I shall
hear the gush Of music , and the voices of the young ; And life will pass me in the
...
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Love knoweth every form of air , And every shape of earth , And comes ,
unbidden , everywhere , Like thought ' s mysterious birth . . The moonlit sea and
the sunset sky Are written with Love ' s words , And you hear his voice
unceasingly , Like ...
Love knoweth every form of air , And every shape of earth , And comes ,
unbidden , everywhere , Like thought ' s mysterious birth . . The moonlit sea and
the sunset sky Are written with Love ' s words , And you hear his voice
unceasingly , Like ...
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We can hear her voice , And for her step we listen , and the eye Looks for her
wonted coming with a strange , Forgetful earnestness . We cannot feel That she
will no more come — that from her cheek The delicate flush has faded , and the
light ...
We can hear her voice , And for her step we listen , and the eye Looks for her
wonted coming with a strange , Forgetful earnestness . We cannot feel That she
will no more come — that from her cheek The delicate flush has faded , and the
light ...
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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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