Living English poets [selections from their works].1883 - 325 psl. |
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... green bud springs , the young bird sings Old leaf , make room for May : Begone , fly away ; Make room for May . Oh green bud , smile on me awhile , Oh SIR HENRY TAYLOR 5.
... green bud springs , the young bird sings Old leaf , make room for May : Begone , fly away ; Make room for May . Oh green bud , smile on me awhile , Oh SIR HENRY TAYLOR 5.
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English poets. Oh green bud , smile on me awhile , Oh young bird , let me stay : — What joy have we , old leaf , in thee ? Make room , make room for May : Begone , fly away , Make room for May . III The morning broke and Spring was there ...
English poets. Oh green bud , smile on me awhile , Oh young bird , let me stay : — What joy have we , old leaf , in thee ? Make room , make room for May : Begone , fly away , Make room for May . III The morning broke and Spring was there ...
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... discern His feebleness . And e'en for earth's success To Him in wisdom turn , Who holds for us the keys of either home , Earth and the world to come . THE MONTH OF MARY SONG Green are the leaves , JOHN HENRY NEWMAN 9.
... discern His feebleness . And e'en for earth's success To Him in wisdom turn , Who holds for us the keys of either home , Earth and the world to come . THE MONTH OF MARY SONG Green are the leaves , JOHN HENRY NEWMAN 9.
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... Green is the grass , but wait awhile , ' Twill grow , and then will wither ; The flowrets , brightly as they smile , Shall perish altogether : The merry sun , you sure would say , It ne'er could set in gloom ; But earth's best joys have ...
... Green is the grass , but wait awhile , ' Twill grow , and then will wither ; The flowrets , brightly as they smile , Shall perish altogether : The merry sun , you sure would say , It ne'er could set in gloom ; But earth's best joys have ...
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... green green grass , the glittering grove , The heaven's majestic dome , They image forth a tenderer bower , A more refulgent home ; They tell us of that Paradise Of everlasting rest , And that high Tree , all flowers and fruit , The ...
... green green grass , the glittering grove , The heaven's majestic dome , They image forth a tenderer bower , A more refulgent home ; They tell us of that Paradise Of everlasting rest , And that high Tree , all flowers and fruit , The ...
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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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