The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Том 1Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1828 |
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... Spring My Brother's Grave . By the Rev. J. Moultrie On the Receipt of a Letter . By the Rev. George Crabbe On a Child Playing . By Thomas Doubleday , Esq . On an old Engraving of a Nun Lord Byron's latest Verses Sappho . By the Rev ...
... Spring My Brother's Grave . By the Rev. J. Moultrie On the Receipt of a Letter . By the Rev. George Crabbe On a Child Playing . By Thomas Doubleday , Esq . On an old Engraving of a Nun Lord Byron's latest Verses Sappho . By the Rev ...
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... spring- Vain as the wounded plover's fluttering ! For oh ! as if some sea - fiend mocked their toil , The big wave caught them in its swift recoil . One youth was left the lightning as it sped Showed those who baulked the Sea - dog of ...
... spring- Vain as the wounded plover's fluttering ! For oh ! as if some sea - fiend mocked their toil , The big wave caught them in its swift recoil . One youth was left the lightning as it sped Showed those who baulked the Sea - dog of ...
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... spring blossoms to the car Whereon she stood . Her eye was on a youth , Graceful as young Endymion when the moon Shed her pale smile upon his marble brow And thick and raven curls : he stood beneath A green beech tree , two hounds were ...
... spring blossoms to the car Whereon she stood . Her eye was on a youth , Graceful as young Endymion when the moon Shed her pale smile upon his marble brow And thick and raven curls : he stood beneath A green beech tree , two hounds were ...
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... Spring ; A languid smile was on them , as just curled By some soft thought , which spoke too in her eyes , Dark and bewildering , with light like that Of an Italian midnight , when the clouds Send forth their summer lightning , but yet ...
... Spring ; A languid smile was on them , as just curled By some soft thought , which spoke too in her eyes , Dark and bewildering , with light like that Of an Italian midnight , when the clouds Send forth their summer lightning , but yet ...
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... spring came forth in fair array , To dance upon the joyous earth . Sad alteration ! -Now how lone , How verdureless is nature's breast ; Where ruin makes his empire known , In autumn's yellow vesture drest : The sprightly bird , whose ...
... spring came forth in fair array , To dance upon the joyous earth . Sad alteration ! -Now how lone , How verdureless is nature's breast ; Where ruin makes his empire known , In autumn's yellow vesture drest : The sprightly bird , whose ...
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