The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth CenturyJ. Sharpe, 1830 - 360 páginas |
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... sleeping eye ? What brighter throne can brightness find To reign on than an infant's mind , Ere sin destroy , or ... waking dreams by daylight are ! Night is the time for toil ; To plough the classic field , Intent to find the buried ...
... sleeping eye ? What brighter throne can brightness find To reign on than an infant's mind , Ere sin destroy , or ... waking dreams by daylight are ! Night is the time for toil ; To plough the classic field , Intent to find the buried ...
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... waking eye , There lies deep meaning oft in childish play . THE EOLIAN HARP . BY ALARIC A. WATTS . Methinks it should have been impossible Not to love all things in a world like this , Where even the breezes and the common air Contain ...
... waking eye , There lies deep meaning oft in childish play . THE EOLIAN HARP . BY ALARIC A. WATTS . Methinks it should have been impossible Not to love all things in a world like this , Where even the breezes and the common air Contain ...
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... waking eye ; There , thrice fifty years , it lay , Exempt from natural decay , Unclosed and bright , as if to say , A plague , of bloodier , baser birth Than that beneath whose rage he bled , Was loose upon our guilty earth ; - Such ...
... waking eye ; There , thrice fifty years , it lay , Exempt from natural decay , Unclosed and bright , as if to say , A plague , of bloodier , baser birth Than that beneath whose rage he bled , Was loose upon our guilty earth ; - Such ...
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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