The Poets and Poetry of England, in the Nineteenth CenturyCarey & Hart, 1845 - 504 страници |
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... grave , not to the grave , my soul , Descend to contemplate The form that once was dear ! The spirit is not there Which kindled that dead eye , Which throbb'd in that cold heart , Which in that motionless hand Hath met thy friendly ...
... grave , not to the grave , my soul , Descend to contemplate The form that once was dear ! The spirit is not there Which kindled that dead eye , Which throbb'd in that cold heart , Which in that motionless hand Hath met thy friendly ...
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... GRAVE . THOU art gone to the grave ! but we will not de- plore thee , Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb ; Thy Saviour has pass'd through its portal before thee , And the lamp of His love is thy guide through the gloom ...
... GRAVE . THOU art gone to the grave ! but we will not de- plore thee , Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb ; Thy Saviour has pass'd through its portal before thee , And the lamp of His love is thy guide through the gloom ...
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... grave - deep , ' neath the cannon - moulded co- lumn ! There , weapon spent and warrior spent may rest From roar of fields ! provided Jupiter Dare trust Saturnus to lie down so near His bolts ! And this he may do , since possess'd ( To ...
... grave - deep , ' neath the cannon - moulded co- lumn ! There , weapon spent and warrior spent may rest From roar of fields ! provided Jupiter Dare trust Saturnus to lie down so near His bolts ! And this he may do , since possess'd ( To ...
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