Living English poets [selections from their works].1883 - 325 psl. |
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... lap he laid his head : O the Earl was fair to see ! I kiss'd his eyelids into rest : His ruddy cheek upon my breast . The wind is raging in turret and tree . I hated him with the hate of hell , But 46 LIVING ENGLISH POETS THE SISTERS •
... lap he laid his head : O the Earl was fair to see ! I kiss'd his eyelids into rest : His ruddy cheek upon my breast . The wind is raging in turret and tree . I hated him with the hate of hell , But 46 LIVING ENGLISH POETS THE SISTERS •
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... kiss , which never was the last , Farewell , like endless welcome , lived and died . Then follow'd counsel , comfort , and the words That make a man feel strong in speaking truth ; Till now the dark was worn , and overhead The lights of ...
... kiss , which never was the last , Farewell , like endless welcome , lived and died . Then follow'd counsel , comfort , and the words That make a man feel strong in speaking truth ; Till now the dark was worn , and overhead The lights of ...
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... kisses balmier than half - opening buds Of April , and could hear the lips that kiss'd Whispering I knew not what of wild and sweet , Like that strange song I heard Apollo sing , While Ilion like a mist rose into towers . Yet hold me ...
... kisses balmier than half - opening buds Of April , and could hear the lips that kiss'd Whispering I knew not what of wild and sweet , Like that strange song I heard Apollo sing , While Ilion like a mist rose into towers . Yet hold me ...
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... kiss , Life of my life , wilt thou not answer this ? ' The dusky strand of Death inwoven here With dear Love's tie , makes Love himself more dear . ' Is that enchanted moan only the swell Of the long waves that roll in yonder bay ? And ...
... kiss , Life of my life , wilt thou not answer this ? ' The dusky strand of Death inwoven here With dear Love's tie , makes Love himself more dear . ' Is that enchanted moan only the swell Of the long waves that roll in yonder bay ? And ...
78 psl.
... kiss'd my boy in the prison , before he went out to die . ' They dared me to do it , ' he said , and he never has told me a lie . I whipt him for robbing an orchard once when he was but a child- ' The farmer dared me to do it , ' he ...
... kiss'd my boy in the prison , before he went out to die . ' They dared me to do it , ' he said , and he never has told me a lie . I whipt him for robbing an orchard once when he was but a child- ' The farmer dared me to do it , ' he ...
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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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