The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Том 1Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1828 |
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... calm petition in his eye ; Unsocial birds forsook the wild woods far And pecked and fluttered at the lattice bar : - Nought breathed untroubled . Hark ! the ruffian squalls Rock to their base those bastion - circled walls , Whose towery ...
... calm petition in his eye ; Unsocial birds forsook the wild woods far And pecked and fluttered at the lattice bar : - Nought breathed untroubled . Hark ! the ruffian squalls Rock to their base those bastion - circled walls , Whose towery ...
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... calm vague look will dawn into a smile , As something met her eye none else should see ; She folds her hands , and bends imploringly To sue its stay ; —with wilder gesture turns , And clasps her head , and cries- " It burns , it burns ...
... calm vague look will dawn into a smile , As something met her eye none else should see ; She folds her hands , and bends imploringly To sue its stay ; —with wilder gesture turns , And clasps her head , and cries- " It burns , it burns ...
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... calm scenes Of earth's green loveliness ; and some , whose hues Were caught from faces in whose smile our life Is one of Paradise ; and statues , whose white grace Is as a dream of poetry . But , hung Apart from all the rest , as if too ...
... calm scenes Of earth's green loveliness ; and some , whose hues Were caught from faces in whose smile our life Is one of Paradise ; and statues , whose white grace Is as a dream of poetry . But , hung Apart from all the rest , as if too ...
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... calm as the hour of eve , Clear as the morning , still as the midnight , More beautiful than noon ; for lo ! the sun Lingers to greet thee with a roseate ray , And on thy silver brow his bright farewell Is gleaming : -Mountain , Though ...
... calm as the hour of eve , Clear as the morning , still as the midnight , More beautiful than noon ; for lo ! the sun Lingers to greet thee with a roseate ray , And on thy silver brow his bright farewell Is gleaming : -Mountain , Though ...
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... calm nor storm While she stood gazing on that form , And clasped his hand , though lost and lone , — His dying hand , —but all her own . She knelt beside him , on her knee She raised his wan cheek silently : She spoke not , sighed not ...
... calm nor storm While she stood gazing on that form , And clasped his hand , though lost and lone , — His dying hand , —but all her own . She knelt beside him , on her knee She raised his wan cheek silently : She spoke not , sighed not ...
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