A Physician's anthology of English and American poetryCasey Albert Wood H. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1920 - 346 psl. |
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... rivers , Dew cloth , dream drapery , And napkin spread by fays ; Drifting meadow of the air , Where bloom the daisied banks and violets , And in whose fenny labyrinth The bittern booms and heron wades ; Spirit of lakes and seas and rivers ...
... rivers , Dew cloth , dream drapery , And napkin spread by fays ; Drifting meadow of the air , Where bloom the daisied banks and violets , And in whose fenny labyrinth The bittern booms and heron wades ; Spirit of lakes and seas and rivers ...
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... river , and the heaven , And veils the farm - house at the garden's end . The sled and traveller stopped , the courier's feet Delayed , all friends shut out , the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace , enclosed In a tumultuous ...
... river , and the heaven , And veils the farm - house at the garden's end . The sled and traveller stopped , the courier's feet Delayed , all friends shut out , the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace , enclosed In a tumultuous ...
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... of our breast The unregarded River of our Life Pursue with indiscernible flow its way ; And that we should not see The buried stream , and seem to be THE BURIED LIFE Eddying about in blind uncertainty , Though 84 HIMEROS.
... of our breast The unregarded River of our Life Pursue with indiscernible flow its way ; And that we should not see The buried stream , and seem to be THE BURIED LIFE Eddying about in blind uncertainty , Though 84 HIMEROS.
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... river - tide . Through the hubbub of the market I steal , a wasted frame ; It crosses here , it crosses there , Through all that crowd confused and loud , The shadow still the same ; And on my heavy eyelids My anguish hangs like shame ...
... river - tide . Through the hubbub of the market I steal , a wasted frame ; It crosses here , it crosses there , Through all that crowd confused and loud , The shadow still the same ; And on my heavy eyelids My anguish hangs like shame ...
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... river and bright blows the broom , And you shall wash your linen and keep your body white In rainfall at morning and dewfall at night . And this shall be for music when no one else is near , The fine song for singing , the rare song to ...
... river and bright blows the broom , And you shall wash your linen and keep your body white In rainfall at morning and dewfall at night . And this shall be for music when no one else is near , The fine song for singing , the rare song to ...
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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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