The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth CenturyJ. Sharpe, 1830 - 360 páginas |
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... heart , —no foundation in the history of the writer . It has been frequently remarked , that there scarcely exists the person whose auto- biography , if fairly and candidly set forth , with all the springs and motives of his actions ...
... heart , —no foundation in the history of the writer . It has been frequently remarked , that there scarcely exists the person whose auto- biography , if fairly and candidly set forth , with all the springs and motives of his actions ...
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... heart , like sounds , that rise Far off , in moonlight evenings , on the shore Of the wide ocean resting after storms ; Or tones , that wind around the vaulted roof , And pointed arches , and retiring aisles Of some old , lonely minster ...
... heart , like sounds , that rise Far off , in moonlight evenings , on the shore Of the wide ocean resting after storms ; Or tones , that wind around the vaulted roof , And pointed arches , and retiring aisles Of some old , lonely minster ...
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... heart's still beatings move To God , to Nature , and to Love ! To God ! -for thou a harmless child Hast kept his temple undefiled : To Nature ! -- for thy tears and sighs Obey alone her mysteries : To Love ! -for fiends of hate might ...
... heart's still beatings move To God , to Nature , and to Love ! To God ! -for thou a harmless child Hast kept his temple undefiled : To Nature ! -- for thy tears and sighs Obey alone her mysteries : To Love ! -for fiends of hate might ...
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... heart , and of my wistful eye ; Though thou wilt wed some Highland love , nor waste one thought on me , — Here's a health , my Scottish lassie ! here's a hearty health to thee ! Here's to thee , my Scottish lassie ! when I meet thee in ...
... heart , and of my wistful eye ; Though thou wilt wed some Highland love , nor waste one thought on me , — Here's a health , my Scottish lassie ! here's a hearty health to thee ! Here's to thee , my Scottish lassie ! when I meet thee in ...
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Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth Century Lyre. My heart is harder , and perhaps My manliness hath drunk up tears , And there's a mildew in the lapse Of a few miserable years ; But nature's book is even yet With all my mother's lessons writ ...
Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth Century Lyre. My heart is harder , and perhaps My manliness hath drunk up tears , And there's a mildew in the lapse Of a few miserable years ; But nature's book is even yet With all my mother's lessons writ ...
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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