Poems of Places: England and Wales, Том 2Henry Wadsworth Longfellow J.R. Osgood and Company, 1876 |
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... Hath never a trace on its pathless face , As in the former day . Of shining sails that thronged that stream There resteth never a one , But a little ship to that inland sea Comes bounding in alone ; With stretch of sail and tug of oar ...
... Hath never a trace on its pathless face , As in the former day . Of shining sails that thronged that stream There resteth never a one , But a little ship to that inland sea Comes bounding in alone ; With stretch of sail and tug of oar ...
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... hath borne me long and well , ” Then spake that saint divine , “ Over mountain and over plain , On quest of the Promise - sign ; For aye let it stand in this western land , And God do no more to me If there ring not out from this realm ...
... hath borne me long and well , ” Then spake that saint divine , “ Over mountain and over plain , On quest of the Promise - sign ; For aye let it stand in this western land , And God do no more to me If there ring not out from this realm ...
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... hath reached the skies . Henry Alford . AT THE TOMB OF KING ARTHUR . THR HROUGH Glastonbury's cloister dim The midnight winds were sighing ; Chanting a low funereal hymn For those in silence lying , Death's gentle flock mid GLASTONBURY ...
... hath reached the skies . Henry Alford . AT THE TOMB OF KING ARTHUR . THR HROUGH Glastonbury's cloister dim The midnight winds were sighing ; Chanting a low funereal hymn For those in silence lying , Death's gentle flock mid GLASTONBURY ...
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... hath been as sugar , Making the hard way sweet and délectable . But , I bethink me , what a weary way From Ravenspurg to Cotswold will be found In Ross and Willoughby , wanting your company ; Which , I protest , hath very much beguiled ...
... hath been as sugar , Making the hard way sweet and délectable . But , I bethink me , what a weary way From Ravenspurg to Cotswold will be found In Ross and Willoughby , wanting your company ; Which , I protest , hath very much beguiled ...
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... hath found me here , Upon this lonely road ; And many thousands now are sad , Wait the fulfilment of their fear ; For he must die who is their stay , Their glory disappear . - A power is passing from the earth To breathless Nature's 20 ...
... hath found me here , Upon this lonely road ; And many thousands now are sad , Wait the fulfilment of their fear ; For he must die who is their stay , Their glory disappear . - A power is passing from the earth To breathless Nature's 20 ...
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