Latter-day Lyrics: Being Poems of Sentiment and Reflection by Living WritersChatto & Windus, 1878 - 388 psl. |
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... ) Each fresh - blown flower . The trickling rain doth fall Upon us one and all ; The south wind kisses The saucy milkmaid's cheek , The nun's , demure and meek , Nor any misses . Then ask no more of me That I should constant IX .
... ) Each fresh - blown flower . The trickling rain doth fall Upon us one and all ; The south wind kisses The saucy milkmaid's cheek , The nun's , demure and meek , Nor any misses . Then ask no more of me That I should constant IX .
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... doth grow On yearnings of the cloistered mind , Or the rapt vision of the blind . Scorn me then , sweet , I would not thou shouldst leave thy lofty place ; Thy lover should not see thee face to face , But prostrate at thy feet . No ...
... doth grow On yearnings of the cloistered mind , Or the rapt vision of the blind . Scorn me then , sweet , I would not thou shouldst leave thy lofty place ; Thy lover should not see thee face to face , But prostrate at thy feet . No ...
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... Doth musically ripple and ring ; Little you think I'm listening ! You know not , dear , how dear you be ; All dearer for the secrecy : Nothing , and yet a world to me . So near , too ! you could hear me sigh , Or see my case with half ...
... Doth musically ripple and ring ; Little you think I'm listening ! You know not , dear , how dear you be ; All dearer for the secrecy : Nothing , and yet a world to me . So near , too ! you could hear me sigh , Or see my case with half ...
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... the love , too , doth remain . And my life it beautifieth Though love be but a shade , Known of only ere it dieth , By the darkness it hath made . PHILIP JAMES BAILEY . THE TREASURE - SHIP . Y heart is freighted full LX .
... the love , too , doth remain . And my life it beautifieth Though love be but a shade , Known of only ere it dieth , By the darkness it hath made . PHILIP JAMES BAILEY . THE TREASURE - SHIP . Y heart is freighted full LX .
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... not , lest discovery foul Not his name only , but degrade Heights closed but to the soaring soul , Names which scorn trembles to invade ; K And doth his inner self conceal From all men in XCIII . "The world is great'
... not , lest discovery foul Not his name only , but degrade Heights closed but to the soaring soul , Names which scorn trembles to invade ; K And doth his inner self conceal From all men in XCIII . "The world is great'
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Latter-day Lyrics Being Poems of Sentiment and Reflection by Living Writers William Davenport Adams Visos knygos peržiūra - 1878 |
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alez ALFRED TENNYSON AUSTIN DOBSON Ballade beauty bird bliss bloom blossoms blow blue breath bright CHANT ROYAL charm CHRISTINA ROSSETTI DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI dead dear Death doth dream earth EDWARD DOWDEN Envoi eyes F. W. BOURDILLON fade faint fair falling rose feet flowers FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE French glows golden green grow hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JOHN PAYNE kiss leaves life's light lips lonely Lord love thee Love's lyric MATTHEW ARNOLD morning murmur never night o'er pain pass poem poet refrain rhymes RONDEAU Rondel shadow shore sigh skies sleep smile soft song soul spirit Spring star summer sweet THEOPHILE MARZIALS thine things must end thou art thought to-day tree Triolet Vine-god sing VIRELAI voice weary whispering wild WILLIAM BELL SCOTT wind wings woods words writers
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