The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth CenturyJ. Sharpe, 1830 - 360 страници |
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... waters leaping to the light , And all that makes the pulses pass With wilder fleetness throng'd the night ; - When all was beauty - then have I With friends on whom my love is flung Like myrrh on wings of Araby , Gazed up where ...
... waters leaping to the light , And all that makes the pulses pass With wilder fleetness throng'd the night ; - When all was beauty - then have I With friends on whom my love is flung Like myrrh on wings of Araby , Gazed up where ...
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... waters , when the summer breeze Sleeps on the moveless billow ; there is awe On every countenance ; and each doth stand In gasping breathlessness , as terror chain'd The life pulse down ; or , as they deem'd , a sound Might call down ...
... waters , when the summer breeze Sleeps on the moveless billow ; there is awe On every countenance ; and each doth stand In gasping breathlessness , as terror chain'd The life pulse down ; or , as they deem'd , a sound Might call down ...
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... oar , Cheerily plays On its buoyant car , Nearer and nearer The lively guitar . Now the wind rises And ruffles the pine , Ripples foam - crested Like diamonds shine , C They flash , where the waters The white pebbles lave 25 25 The ...
... oar , Cheerily plays On its buoyant car , Nearer and nearer The lively guitar . Now the wind rises And ruffles the pine , Ripples foam - crested Like diamonds shine , C They flash , where the waters The white pebbles lave 25 25 The ...
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Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth Century Lyre. They flash , where the waters The white pebbles lave , In the wake of the ... water and grove The tones of the night , That are sacred to love . His gold - hilted sword At his bright belt is hung ...
Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth Century Lyre. They flash , where the waters The white pebbles lave , In the wake of the ... water and grove The tones of the night , That are sacred to love . His gold - hilted sword At his bright belt is hung ...
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... water's edge , Through the trampled sedge , A bubble burst , and gurgled by ; My eyes were dim , And I But I look'd from the brim , saw , in the weeds , a dead man lie ! " Owl ! that lovest the moonless sky ! Where the casements blaze ...
... water's edge , Through the trampled sedge , A bubble burst , and gurgled by ; My eyes were dim , And I But I look'd from the brim , saw , in the weeds , a dead man lie ! " Owl ! that lovest the moonless sky ! Where the casements blaze ...
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