Latter-day Lyrics: Being Poems of Sentiment and Reflection by Living WritersChatto & Windus, 1878 - 388 psl. |
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... Thine eye was glassed in mine As the moon is in the sea , And its shine was on the brine- Rosalie ! The rose hath lost its red , And the star is in the sea , And the briny tear is shed- Rosalie ! PHILIP JAMES BAILEY . LONG the shore ...
... Thine eye was glassed in mine As the moon is in the sea , And its shine was on the brine- Rosalie ! The rose hath lost its red , And the star is in the sea , And the briny tear is shed- Rosalie ! PHILIP JAMES BAILEY . LONG the shore ...
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... thine Shared the dim ecstasy of mine ! Then , while we linger'd , cold and gray Came twilight , chilling soul and sense ; And you arose to go away , Full of a sweet indifference ! I missed the spell - I watch'd it break , - And such ...
... thine Shared the dim ecstasy of mine ! Then , while we linger'd , cold and gray Came twilight , chilling soul and sense ; And you arose to go away , Full of a sweet indifference ! I missed the spell - I watch'd it break , - And such ...
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... thine , Like southern skies that alter with each hour And yet are changeless , and their calm divine From light to light hath motionlessly passed With only different loveliness for sign . I know no fairer nature , nor where , cast On ...
... thine , Like southern skies that alter with each hour And yet are changeless , and their calm divine From light to light hath motionlessly passed With only different loveliness for sign . I know no fairer nature , nor where , cast On ...
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... thy slumbers with unsounding feet , Now drench thy fancies with unshaped delight : As my spirit fain would steep Thine , when only half asleep , This night , this night ! III . Wake , lady mine ! See ! are XLVI . Serenade A Garden Idyll.
... thy slumbers with unsounding feet , Now drench thy fancies with unshaped delight : As my spirit fain would steep Thine , when only half asleep , This night , this night ! III . Wake , lady mine ! See ! are XLVI . Serenade A Garden Idyll.
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... music dedicates to love . For thee my daily wishes burn ; In dreams thy angel face I see ; I bid my thoughts to others turn , My thoughts unbidden turn to thee . Such love thyself mayst live to prove ; Yet thine LVII .
... music dedicates to love . For thee my daily wishes burn ; In dreams thy angel face I see ; I bid my thoughts to others turn , My thoughts unbidden turn to thee . Such love thyself mayst live to prove ; Yet thine LVII .
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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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