A Physician's anthology of English and American poetryCasey Albert Wood H. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1920 - 346 psl. |
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... unwise , absurd , and vain ! O , ' tis not joy , and ' tis not bliss , Only it is precisely this That keeps us still alive . ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH . YOUTH AND MANHOOD Early Death and Fame FOR him who 10 YOUTH AND MANHOOD.
... unwise , absurd , and vain ! O , ' tis not joy , and ' tis not bliss , Only it is precisely this That keeps us still alive . ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH . YOUTH AND MANHOOD Early Death and Fame FOR him who 10 YOUTH AND MANHOOD.
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... death Beckons too early the guest From the half - tried banquet of life , Young , in the bloom of his days ; Leaves no leisure to press , Slow and surely , the sweets Of a tranquil life in the shade ; Fuller for him be the hours ! Give ...
... death Beckons too early the guest From the half - tried banquet of life , Young , in the bloom of his days ; Leaves no leisure to press , Slow and surely , the sweets Of a tranquil life in the shade ; Fuller for him be the hours ! Give ...
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... death's , it hath The mournfulness of ancient life , Enduring always at dull strife . As the world's heart of rest and wrath , Its painful pulse is in the sands . Last utterly , the whole sky stands , Grey and not known , along its ...
... death's , it hath The mournfulness of ancient life , Enduring always at dull strife . As the world's heart of rest and wrath , Its painful pulse is in the sands . Last utterly , the whole sky stands , Grey and not known , along its ...
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... death , Unheard . Lychorida ! Lucina , O ! Divinest patroness , and midwife gentle To those that cry by night , convey thy deity Aboard our dancing boat ; make swift the pangs Of my queen's travails ! A terrible childbed hast thou had ...
... death , Unheard . Lychorida ! Lucina , O ! Divinest patroness , and midwife gentle To those that cry by night , convey thy deity Aboard our dancing boat ; make swift the pangs Of my queen's travails ! A terrible childbed hast thou had ...
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... death , to die for thee . Thou art my life , my love , my heart , The very eyes of me : And hast command of every part , To live and die for thee . ROBERT HERRICK . On a Girdle THAT which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful ...
... death , to die for thee . Thou art my life , my love , my heart , The very eyes of me : And hast command of every part , To live and die for thee . ROBERT HERRICK . On a Girdle THAT which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON Artemidora ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH beauty brave breast breath bright canst charm clouds DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth EDWARD HARTPOLE LECKY EMILY BRONTË eternal eyes face fair fame fate fear feel fire flowers glory grave grief hand hath hear heart Heaven honoured hope hour John labour land leaves life's light live Mally's MATTHEW ARNOLD never night o'er Osler pain pass passion peace PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY poet praise RALPH WALDO EMERSON RECUSANTS AND STANDARD-BEARERS rest ROBERT BROWNING rose sigh sight silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spring stars Strangers strife sweet sword tears thee thine things THOMAS CAMPION thou art thought truth voice W. B. Yeats WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR weary weep WILLIAM EDWARD HARTPOLE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings youth
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