Latter-day lyrics, selected, with notes, by W.D. AdamsWilliam Davenport Adams 1878 |
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... eyes ; An infant , forehead shaded With many ringlet rings , And pearly shoulders faded In the colour of his wings . His ways are those of children Who come to be caressed ; Or , as a little wild wren Who fears to leave her nest . He is ...
... eyes ; An infant , forehead shaded With many ringlet rings , And pearly shoulders faded In the colour of his wings . His ways are those of children Who come to be caressed ; Or , as a little wild wren Who fears to leave her nest . He is ...
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... eyes reveal . His sighs the still air sweeten , As primrose woods do May ; His locks are pale , as wheaten Fields in the wan moon - ray . His palm is always tender , His eyes are rainy grey ; His wage - return is slender , For Love ...
... eyes reveal . His sighs the still air sweeten , As primrose woods do May ; His locks are pale , as wheaten Fields in the wan moon - ray . His palm is always tender , His eyes are rainy grey ; His wage - return is slender , For Love ...
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... leaves with golden flowers , Into one beautiful and perfect whole ; And life's long night is ended , and the way Lies open onward to eternal day . EDWIN ARNOLD . B ROCOCO . Y studying my lady's eyes I've grown VII . Destiny.
... leaves with golden flowers , Into one beautiful and perfect whole ; And life's long night is ended , and the way Lies open onward to eternal day . EDWIN ARNOLD . B ROCOCO . Y studying my lady's eyes I've grown VII . Destiny.
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William Davenport Adams. B ROCOCO . Y studying my lady's eyes I've grown so learnéd day by day , So Machiavelian in this wise , That when I send her flowers , I say To each small flower ( no matter what ; Geranium , pink , or tuberose ...
William Davenport Adams. B ROCOCO . Y studying my lady's eyes I've grown so learnéd day by day , So Machiavelian in this wise , That when I send her flowers , I say To each small flower ( no matter what ; Geranium , pink , or tuberose ...
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... eyes . And yet who knows what end the scythèd wheat Makes of its foolish poppies ' mouths of red ? These were not sown , these are not harvested , They grow a month and are cast under feet , And none has care thereof , As none has care ...
... eyes . And yet who knows what end the scythèd wheat Makes of its foolish poppies ' mouths of red ? These were not sown , these are not harvested , They grow a month and are cast under feet , And none has care thereof , As none has care ...
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alez ALFRED TENNYSON AUSTIN DOBSON autumn 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 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 scent 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
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