Latter-day lyrics, selected, with notes, by W.D. AdamsWilliam Davenport Adams 1878 |
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... Winter 106. My Star 107. " I would thou might'st not 108. The Unrealized Ideal F. W. Bourdillon . Francis Turner Palgrave Robert Browning . George Eliot . Alfred Domett 22 Robert Browning Lewis Morris Frederick Locker 158 159 160 ...
... Winter 106. My Star 107. " I would thou might'st not 108. The Unrealized Ideal F. W. Bourdillon . Francis Turner Palgrave Robert Browning . George Eliot . Alfred Domett 22 Robert Browning Lewis Morris Frederick Locker 158 159 160 ...
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... winter , too : For you can have no sweeter thing Within the heart's warm nest to sing . The blue - plumed swallows fly away , Ere autumn gilds a leaf ; and then Have wit to find , another day , The little clay - built house again : He ...
... winter , too : For you can have no sweeter thing Within the heart's warm nest to sing . The blue - plumed swallows fly away , Ere autumn gilds a leaf ; and then Have wit to find , another day , The little clay - built house again : He ...
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... winter kills And leaves their stems alone ; Ah , swiftly dies the garden's pride Whose sleep no waking knows , But my love she is the daisy That all the long year grows . The early woods are gay with green , The fields are prankt with ...
... winter kills And leaves their stems alone ; Ah , swiftly dies the garden's pride Whose sleep no waking knows , But my love she is the daisy That all the long year grows . The early woods are gay with green , The fields are prankt with ...
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... voice . But when comes Winter With hail and storm , And red fire roaring And ingle warm , Sing first sad going Of friends that part ; Then sing glad meeting And my Love's heart . AUSTIN DOBSON . O WILD ROSE . O call My Lady where she.
... voice . But when comes Winter With hail and storm , And red fire roaring And ingle warm , Sing first sad going Of friends that part ; Then sing glad meeting And my Love's heart . AUSTIN DOBSON . O WILD ROSE . O call My Lady where she.
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... winter sport , and golden Junes , Art , and divinest Beauty - spells : Festa and song , and frolic wit , And banter , and domestic mirth , - They all are ours ! -dear child , is it A pleasant earth ? And poet friends , and poesy , And ...
... winter sport , and golden Junes , Art , and divinest Beauty - spells : Festa and song , and frolic wit , And banter , and domestic mirth , - They all are ours ! -dear child , is it A pleasant earth ? And poet friends , and poesy , And ...
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BALLADE beauty bird blossoms blow blue breath bright bring child comes dark dead dear Death delight doth dream earth English eyes face fade fair falling feet flow flowers follow French friends give goes gold golden green grow hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven hold hope kiss leaves light lines lips live lonely look Lord Love's meet morning never night o'er once pain pass past play poem poet praise rest rhymes rose round shadow shore sigh sing skies sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit Spring star stay stream summer sweet thee thine things thou Thou art thought tree true voice wait warm weary wild wind wings Winter wonder woods
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