The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth CenturyJ. Sharpe, 1830 - 360 страници |
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... cheek , 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 ...
... cheek , 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 ...
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... cheek unchanged , as he was wont to wear , When he essay'd the glorious strife of men ; Pride glanced upon his eye - but pride that seem'd As a remembrance of the higher state In which aspiring spirits move ; whose thoughts Of avarice ...
... cheek unchanged , as he was wont to wear , When he essay'd the glorious strife of men ; Pride glanced upon his eye - but pride that seem'd As a remembrance of the higher state In which aspiring spirits move ; whose thoughts Of avarice ...
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... cheek , - And , it may be , a flitting hectic streak , - A tremulous motion of the lip or eye , — Are all that anxious friendship may descry . Reserve and womanly pride are in her look , Though temper'd into meekness ; she can brook ...
... cheek , - And , it may be , a flitting hectic streak , - A tremulous motion of the lip or eye , — Are all that anxious friendship may descry . Reserve and womanly pride are in her look , Though temper'd into meekness ; she can brook ...
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... bless'd her fairer child ; I've seen her kiss my sister's cheek , While fondled on her knee ; I've turn'd away to hide my tears , — There was no kiss for me ! And yet I strove to please , with all My THE WAR OF THE LEAGUE . 63.
... bless'd her fairer child ; I've seen her kiss my sister's cheek , While fondled on her knee ; I've turn'd away to hide my tears , — There was no kiss for me ! And yet I strove to please , with all My THE WAR OF THE LEAGUE . 63.
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... cheek , The solemn chant , slow peal'd by the sad bier , The reft one's grief , that is too deep to speak Woman's strong love , for which all words but thine are weak . And thou hast thrown o'er all thy blessed songs A veil of feminine ...
... cheek , The solemn chant , slow peal'd by the sad bier , The reft one's grief , that is too deep to speak Woman's strong love , for which all words but thine are weak . And thou hast thrown o'er all thy blessed songs A veil of feminine ...
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