Living English poets [selections from their works].1883 - 325 psl. |
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... cold blue mirrors . From the great repose What echoes now float on the listening air- Now die away - and now again ascend , Soft ringing from the valleys , caves , and groves , Beyond the reddening heights ? ' Tis Artemis come With all ...
... cold blue mirrors . From the great repose What echoes now float on the listening air- Now die away - and now again ascend , Soft ringing from the valleys , caves , and groves , Beyond the reddening heights ? ' Tis Artemis come With all ...
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... cold : The charm he bore has passed away : The serpent gathers up its fold To wind about its human prey . The red mouth darts a dizzy sting , And clenches the eternal ring . ALFRED TENNYSON Born 1809 LOVE AND DEATH What time the 44 ...
... cold : The charm he bore has passed away : The serpent gathers up its fold To wind about its human prey . The red mouth darts a dizzy sting , And clenches the eternal ring . ALFRED TENNYSON Born 1809 LOVE AND DEATH What time the 44 ...
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... cold Are all thy lights , and cold my wrinkled feet Upon thy glimmering thresholds , when the steam Floats up from those dim fields about the homes Of happy men that have the power to die , And grassy barrows of the happier dead ...
... cold Are all thy lights , and cold my wrinkled feet Upon thy glimmering thresholds , when the steam Floats up from those dim fields about the homes Of happy men that have the power to die , And grassy barrows of the happier dead ...
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... cold , the splendour of the hills ? But cease to move so near the Heavens , and cease To glide a sunbeam by the blasted Pine , To sit a star upon the sparkling spire ; And come , for Love is of the valley , come , For Love is of the ...
... cold , the splendour of the hills ? But cease to move so near the Heavens , and cease To glide a sunbeam by the blasted Pine , To sit a star upon the sparkling spire ; And come , for Love is of the valley , come , For Love is of the ...
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... cold , Those niched shapes of noble mould , A princely people's awful princes , The grave , severe Genovese of old . At Florence too what golden hours In those long galleries , were ours ; What drives about the fresh Cascinè , Or walks ...
... cold , Those niched shapes of noble mould , A princely people's awful princes , The grave , severe Genovese of old . At Florence too what golden hours In those long galleries , were ours ; What drives about the fresh Cascinè , Or walks ...
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BABETTE Bassarid beneath birds Born breast breath bright brow CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI dark dead death deep doth dream Drowsietown earth eyes face faint fair fear feet fire flowers Godmar golden grass green grow hair hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill hounds of spring Jehane King kiss laughed leave light lips live morn murmur night nightingale o'er Ozana pain pale powers of Pain rain rest RICHARD WATSON DIXON ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN rose round shadows shining shore silent sing SIR BORS sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul sound stars stood stream strive strong sundew sweet thee THEOPHILE MARZIALS thine things THOMAS WOOLNER thought thro To-morrow turn turn'd unto VIEUXBOIS Vizier voice vrom wake waves weep WILLIAM JOHN COURTHOPE Wilt thou wind wings
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