New Elegant Extracts: A Unique Selection from the Most Eminent British Poets and Poetical Translators, Том 3C. and C. Whittingham, 1823 |
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... Dost thou such potency derive , To bid the hosts of Thought , That with the light of day In chill oblivion died away , Again on Memory's plain revive ? That with thy subtle magic fraught , In many a glittering rank combined , Reflect ...
... Dost thou such potency derive , To bid the hosts of Thought , That with the light of day In chill oblivion died away , Again on Memory's plain revive ? That with thy subtle magic fraught , In many a glittering rank combined , Reflect ...
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... dost thou more delight to dwell With Silence in the hermit's cell ? To teach Devotion's flame to rise , And wing her vespers to the skies ; To urge , with still returning care , The holy violence of prayer ; In rapturous visions to ...
... dost thou more delight to dwell With Silence in the hermit's cell ? To teach Devotion's flame to rise , And wing her vespers to the skies ; To urge , with still returning care , The holy violence of prayer ; In rapturous visions to ...
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... dost thou wander in the hoary field Where , overhead , I view the cautious hare Nibbling , while stillness reigns , The light - sprent barley blade ? Or dost thou hover o'er the hawthorn bloom , Where 110 P. V. ELEGANT EXTRACTS . To the ...
... dost thou wander in the hoary field Where , overhead , I view the cautious hare Nibbling , while stillness reigns , The light - sprent barley blade ? Or dost thou hover o'er the hawthorn bloom , Where 110 P. V. ELEGANT EXTRACTS . To the ...
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... dost thou hover o'er the hawthorn bloom , Where , in his nest of clay , the blackbird opes His golden lids , and tunes A soft preluding strain ; Or art thou soaring mid the fleeced air To meet the dayspring , where the plume - wet lark ...
... dost thou hover o'er the hawthorn bloom , Where , in his nest of clay , the blackbird opes His golden lids , and tunes A soft preluding strain ; Or art thou soaring mid the fleeced air To meet the dayspring , where the plume - wet lark ...
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... dost so far exceed The richest gifts gay Flora can bestow , Heedless I pass'd thee in Life's morning hour ( Thou comforter of woe ) , Till Sorrow taught me to confess thy power . In early days , when Fancy cheats , A various wreath I ...
... dost so far exceed The richest gifts gay Flora can bestow , Heedless I pass'd thee in Life's morning hour ( Thou comforter of woe ) , Till Sorrow taught me to confess thy power . In early days , when Fancy cheats , A various wreath I ...
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