The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth CenturyJ. Sharpe, 1830 - 360 páginas |
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... soul , —the depository of its gladness and its grief . Who is there who would not exchange the most splendid ima- ginative descriptions , for such intense and impassioned revealings ? Are there not also passages in the intro- ductions ...
... soul , —the depository of its gladness and its grief . Who is there who would not exchange the most splendid ima- ginative descriptions , for such intense and impassioned revealings ? Are there not also passages in the intro- ductions ...
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... soul , Commingling with the melody , is borne , Rapt , and dissolved in ecstasy , to Heaven . ' Tis not the chime and flow of words , that move In measured file , and metrical array ; " Tis not the union of returning sounds , Nor all ...
... soul , Commingling with the melody , is borne , Rapt , and dissolved in ecstasy , to Heaven . ' Tis not the chime and flow of words , that move In measured file , and metrical array ; " Tis not the union of returning sounds , Nor all ...
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... soul and sense Awoke by infant innocence ! Though dear the forms by fancy wove , We love them with a transient love , Thoughts from the living world intrude Even on her deepest solitude : But , lovely child ! thy magic stole At once ...
... soul and sense Awoke by infant innocence ! Though dear the forms by fancy wove , We love them with a transient love , Thoughts from the living world intrude Even on her deepest solitude : But , lovely child ! thy magic stole At once ...
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... souls have stirr'd When thy first broken words were heard , Words , that , inspired by Heaven , express'd The transports dancing in thy breast ! And for thy smile ! -thy lip , cheek ... soul were soaring To Heaven TO A SLEEPING CHILD . Song.
... souls have stirr'd When thy first broken words were heard , Words , that , inspired by Heaven , express'd The transports dancing in thy breast ! And for thy smile ! -thy lip , cheek ... soul were soaring To Heaven TO A SLEEPING CHILD . Song.
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Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth Century Lyre. Thou smilest as if thy soul were soaring To Heaven , and Heaven's God adoring ! And who can tell what visions high . May bless an infant's sleeping eye ? What brighter throne can brightness find ...
Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth Century Lyre. Thou smilest as if thy soul were soaring To Heaven , and Heaven's God adoring ! And who can tell what visions high . May bless an infant's sleeping eye ? What brighter throne can brightness find ...
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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