The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth CenturyJ. Sharpe, 1830 - 360 páginas |
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... art thou , what thy form would seem , The phantom of a blessed dream ? A human shape I feel thou art , I feel it at my beating heart , Those tremors both of soul and sense Awoke by infant innocence ! Though dear the forms by fancy wove ...
... art thou , what thy form would seem , The phantom of a blessed dream ? A human shape I feel thou art , I feel it at my beating heart , Those tremors both of soul and sense Awoke by infant innocence ! Though dear the forms by fancy wove ...
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... On all that I have lost ; Hope - like the cuckoo's endless tale , -Alas ! it wears her wing ! — And love , that - like the nightingale- Sings only in the spring ! Thou art my spirit's all , Just as thou wert 43 think of thee By T K Hervey.
... On all that I have lost ; Hope - like the cuckoo's endless tale , -Alas ! it wears her wing ! — And love , that - like the nightingale- Sings only in the spring ! Thou art my spirit's all , Just as thou wert 43 think of thee By T K Hervey.
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Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth Century Lyre. Thou art my spirit's all , Just as thou wert in youth ; Still from thy grave no shadows fall Upon my lonely truth ; - A taper yet above thy tomb , Since lost its sweeter rays , And what is ...
Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth Century Lyre. Thou art my spirit's all , Just as thou wert in youth ; Still from thy grave no shadows fall Upon my lonely truth ; - A taper yet above thy tomb , Since lost its sweeter rays , And what is ...
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... thou hast thrown o'er all thy blessed songs A veil of feminine thought , that still doth greet The soul with joy ... art can be , Far from their native ocean still repeat For ever its loved roar , in mimic murmurs sweet . THE MINSTER ...
... thou hast thrown o'er all thy blessed songs A veil of feminine thought , that still doth greet The soul with joy ... art can be , Far from their native ocean still repeat For ever its loved roar , in mimic murmurs sweet . THE MINSTER ...
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Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth Century Lyre. Thou lovest Nature with a filial zeal , Canst fly mankind to brood with ... art , Nor overlook the Giver in the grace ; Say , what is Nature , but that little part Which man's imperfect vision ...
Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth Century Lyre. Thou lovest Nature with a filial zeal , Canst fly mankind to brood with ... art , Nor overlook the Giver in the grace ; Say , what is Nature , but that little part Which man's imperfect vision ...
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ALARIC art thou beauty beneath billows bird blue bosom bower breast breath bright brow calm cheek cloud cold dark dead death deep doth dream e'en earth fair fame fancy crown feel fled flowers gaze gentle gleam glory glow gone grave green grief hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hope hour JOHN MOULTRIE leaves life's light lips lonely look look'd LORD BYRON lute LYRE mirth moon morning mountain murmur N. P. WILLIS ne'er NELL GWYN never night o'er pale pass'd rest rose round Sappho Scottish lassie seem'd shade shine shore sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars storm stream summer sweet tears tempest thine thou art thou hast thou wert thought tree Twas Valentine's day voice waking eye wave weep wild wind wings young youth