A Physician's anthology of English and American poetryCasey Albert Wood H. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1920 - 346 psl. |
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Casey Albert Wood. THE NIGHT - WIND ' Now I can tell by thine altered cheek , And by thine eyes ' full gaze , And by the words thou scarce dost speak , How wildly fancy plays . ' Yes - I could swear that glorious wind Has swept the world ...
Casey Albert Wood. THE NIGHT - WIND ' Now I can tell by thine altered cheek , And by thine eyes ' full gaze , And by the words thou scarce dost speak , How wildly fancy plays . ' Yes - I could swear that glorious wind Has swept the world ...
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... thine in my own heart I hear . ' Resolve to be thyself : and know , that he Who finds himself , loses his misery ! ' MATTHEW ARNOLD . ET To a Skylark THEREAL minstrel ! pilgrim of the sky ! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound ...
... thine in my own heart I hear . ' Resolve to be thyself : and know , that he Who finds himself , loses his misery ! ' MATTHEW ARNOLD . ET To a Skylark THEREAL minstrel ! pilgrim of the sky ! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound ...
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... thine sall be as sad and cauld , My fause true - love ! to - morrow . And weep ye not , my maidens free , Though death your mistress borrow ; For he for whom I die to - day , Shall die for me to - morrow . SIR WALTER SCOTT . IT Youth ...
... thine sall be as sad and cauld , My fause true - love ! to - morrow . And weep ye not , my maidens free , Though death your mistress borrow ; For he for whom I die to - day , Shall die for me to - morrow . SIR WALTER SCOTT . IT Youth ...
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... thine error or thy crime I care no longer , being all unblest ; Wed whom thou wilt , but I am sick of Time , And I desire to rest . Pass on , weak heart , and leave me where I lie : Go by , go by . ALFRED TENNYSON . Oh ! say not woman's ...
... thine error or thy crime I care no longer , being all unblest ; Wed whom thou wilt , but I am sick of Time , And I desire to rest . Pass on , weak heart , and leave me where I lie : Go by , go by . ALFRED TENNYSON . Oh ! say not woman's ...
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... thine heart Of love and all its smart , Then sleep , dear , sleep ; And not a sorrow Hang any tear on your eyelashes ; Lie still and deep , Sad soul , until the sea - wave washes The rim o ' the sun to - morrow , In eastern sky . But ...
... thine heart Of love and all its smart , Then sleep , dear , sleep ; And not a sorrow Hang any tear on your eyelashes ; Lie still and deep , Sad soul , until the sea - wave washes The rim o ' the sun to - morrow , In eastern sky . But ...
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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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