The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth CenturyJ. Sharpe, 1830 - 360 страници |
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... brow , Even while I gaze , are kindling now . I called thee duteous ; am I wrong ? No ! truth , I feel , is in my song : Duteous thy heart's still beatings move To God , to Nature , and to Love ! To God ! -for thou a harmless child Hast ...
... brow , Even while I gaze , are kindling now . I called thee duteous ; am I wrong ? No ! truth , I feel , is in my song : Duteous thy heart's still beatings move To God , to Nature , and to Love ! To God ! -for thou a harmless child Hast ...
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... brow , Thy thoughts as pure , thy speech as free , thy heart as light as now ! And , whatsoe'er my after fate , my dearest toast shall be , - Still a health , my Scottish lassie ! still a hearty health to thee ! WEEP NOT FOR HER ! BY ...
... brow , Thy thoughts as pure , thy speech as free , thy heart as light as now ! And , whatsoe'er my after fate , my dearest toast shall be , - Still a health , my Scottish lassie ! still a hearty health to thee ! WEEP NOT FOR HER ! BY ...
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... , And treads the sapphire floors of Paradise , All darkness wiped from her refulgent brow , Sin , sorrow , suffering , banish'd from her eyes , Victorious over death to her appears , The vista'd joys 13 Weep not for her By D M Moir ·
... , And treads the sapphire floors of Paradise , All darkness wiped from her refulgent brow , Sin , sorrow , suffering , banish'd from her eyes , Victorious over death to her appears , The vista'd joys 13 Weep not for her By D M Moir ·
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... brow , And pouring forth the earliest First prayer , with which I learn'd to bow , Have felt my mother's spirit rush Upon me as in by - past years , And yielding to the blessed gush Of my ungovernable tears , Have risen up the gay , the ...
... brow , And pouring forth the earliest First prayer , with which I learn'd to bow , Have felt my mother's spirit rush Upon me as in by - past years , And yielding to the blessed gush Of my ungovernable tears , Have risen up the gay , the ...
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... brow ! Sleep on , sleep on ! -I would but gaze A moment on thy faded bloom ; Heave one wild sigh to other days , Then close thy hallow'd tomb ! August 20 , 1825 . CURTIUS . BY L. E. L. THERE is a multitude THE MAY - FLOWERS OF LIFE . 17.
... brow ! Sleep on , sleep on ! -I would but gaze A moment on thy faded bloom ; Heave one wild sigh to other days , Then close thy hallow'd tomb ! August 20 , 1825 . CURTIUS . BY L. E. L. THERE is a multitude THE MAY - FLOWERS OF LIFE . 17.
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ALARIC art thou beauty beneath billows bird blue bosom bower breast breath bright brow calm cheek cloud cold dark dead death deep doth dream e'en earth fair fame fancy crown feel fled flowers gaze gentle gleam glory glow gone grave green grief hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hope hour JOHN MOULTRIE leaves life's light lips lonely look look'd LORD BYRON lute LYRE mirth moon morning mountain murmur N. P. WILLIS ne'er NELL GWYN never night o'er pale pass'd rest rose round Sappho Scottish lassie seem'd shade shine shore sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars storm stream summer sweet tears tempest thine thou art thou hast thou wert thought tree Twas Valentine's day voice waking eye wave weep wild wind wings young youth