Lyrics of the XIXth centuryWilliam James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard C. Scribner's Sons, 1883 |
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... thou love Who art a light to guide , a rod To check the erring , and reprove ! Thou who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe ; From vain temptations dost set free , And calm'st the WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . 7 Ode to Duty.
... thou love Who art a light to guide , a rod To check the erring , and reprove ! Thou who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe ; From vain temptations dost set free , And calm'st the WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . 7 Ode to Duty.
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... Thou art our king , O Death ! to thee we groan . " Those steps I clomb , the mists before me gave Smooth way ; and I beheld the face of One Sleeping alone within a mossy cave , With her face up to heaven , that seem'd to have Pleasing ...
... Thou art our king , O Death ! to thee we groan . " Those steps I clomb , the mists before me gave Smooth way ; and I beheld the face of One Sleeping alone within a mossy cave , With her face up to heaven , that seem'd to have Pleasing ...
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... thou and I were one , I'll think it but a fond conceit ( It can not be ) that thou art gone . Thy vesper - bell hath not yet toll'd , And thou wert aye a masquer bold : What strange SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE . 25 Youth and Age ...
... thou and I were one , I'll think it but a fond conceit ( It can not be ) that thou art gone . Thy vesper - bell hath not yet toll'd , And thou wert aye a masquer bold : What strange SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE . 25 Youth and Age ...
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William James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard. And thou wert aye a masquer bold : What strange disguise hast now put on To make believe that thou art gone ? I see these locks in silvery slips , This drooping gait , this alter'd size ; But ...
William James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard. And thou wert aye a masquer bold : What strange disguise hast now put on To make believe that thou art gone ? I see these locks in silvery slips , This drooping gait , this alter'd size ; But ...
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... thy dewy wing , Where art thou journeying ? Thy lay is in heaven , thy love is on earth . O'er fell , and fountain sheen , O'er moor and mountain green , O'er the red streamer that heralds the Day , Over the cloudlet dim , Over the ...
... thy dewy wing , Where art thou journeying ? Thy lay is in heaven , thy love is on earth . O'er fell , and fountain sheen , O'er moor and mountain green , O'er the red streamer that heralds the Day , Over the cloudlet dim , Over the ...
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