The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Том 1Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1828 |
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... Rich in their perfumed blushes all were there Looking and breathing June . The marble floor Had not a spot , save two or three rich stains Cast from the pictured roof , on which was told The history of Aurora and her love , The earthly ...
... Rich in their perfumed blushes all were there Looking and breathing June . The marble floor Had not a spot , save two or three rich stains Cast from the pictured roof , on which was told The history of Aurora and her love , The earthly ...
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... rich store of burning thoughts , of hopes Like sunrise , vivid fancies , feelings wild , High energies , all that young talent has ; And he had nourished them amid those shades Hallowed by memories of old , and still Kept sacred by ...
... rich store of burning thoughts , of hopes Like sunrise , vivid fancies , feelings wild , High energies , all that young talent has ; And he had nourished them amid those shades Hallowed by memories of old , and still Kept sacred by ...
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... rich and hyacinth skirts O ' the western cloud that veils the April even . The veil rose up , and with it rose the star , Glittering above the gleam of tender blue , That widened as the shower clears off from heaven . Her beauty woke ...
... rich and hyacinth skirts O ' the western cloud that veils the April even . The veil rose up , and with it rose the star , Glittering above the gleam of tender blue , That widened as the shower clears off from heaven . Her beauty woke ...
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... rich in will . The nimblest tumbler , stage - bedight , To thee is but a clumsy wight , Who every limb and sinew strains To do what costs thee little pains , For which , I trow , the gaping crowd Requites him oft with plaudits loud ...
... rich in will . The nimblest tumbler , stage - bedight , To thee is but a clumsy wight , Who every limb and sinew strains To do what costs thee little pains , For which , I trow , the gaping crowd Requites him oft with plaudits loud ...
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... rich incense shed , although no trace Was of its visible presence , yet its sweetness Mingled with every feeling , and it gave That soft and melancholy tenderness Which was the magic of her song . - That Youth Who knelt before her was ...
... rich incense shed , although no trace Was of its visible presence , yet its sweetness Mingled with every feeling , and it gave That soft and melancholy tenderness Which was the magic of her song . - That Youth Who knelt before her was ...
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