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... HILL SONG . BIRD RAPTURES NOBLE SISTERS AT HOME DREAM LAND AFTER DEATH LORD LYTTON THE HEART AND NATURE · PAGE 171 173 • 178 181 183 184 185 185 188 189 191 192 LEWIS MORRIS PAGE ON A FLIGHT OF LADY - BIRDS CONTENTS XV.
... HILL SONG . BIRD RAPTURES NOBLE SISTERS AT HOME DREAM LAND AFTER DEATH LORD LYTTON THE HEART AND NATURE · PAGE 171 173 • 178 181 183 184 185 185 188 189 191 192 LEWIS MORRIS PAGE ON A FLIGHT OF LADY - BIRDS CONTENTS XV.
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... land with brethren's blood . Their deeds the eagle and the kite Shall judge , and God shall guard the right . II By Wellesbourne and Charlcote ford , At break of day , I saw a sword . Wessex warriors , rank by rank , Rose on Avon's ...
... land with brethren's blood . Their deeds the eagle and the kite Shall judge , and God shall guard the right . II By Wellesbourne and Charlcote ford , At break of day , I saw a sword . Wessex warriors , rank by rank , Rose on Avon's ...
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... lands of palm and southern pine ; In lands of palm , of orange - blossom , Of olive , aloe , and maize and vine . What Roman strength Turbìa show'd In ruin , by the 62 LIVING ENGLISH POETS.
... lands of palm and southern pine ; In lands of palm , of orange - blossom , Of olive , aloe , and maize and vine . What Roman strength Turbìa show'd In ruin , by the 62 LIVING ENGLISH POETS.
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... lands of summer across the sea ; So dear a life your arms enfold Whose crying is a cry for gold : Yet here to - night in this dark city , When ill and weary , alone and cold , I found , tho ' crush'd to hard and dry , This nurseling of ...
... lands of summer across the sea ; So dear a life your arms enfold Whose crying is a cry for gold : Yet here to - night in this dark city , When ill and weary , alone and cold , I found , tho ' crush'd to hard and dry , This nurseling of ...
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... land , Far beneath a blazing vault , Sown in a wrinkle of the monstrous hill , The city sparkles like a grain of salt . IN THE GARDEN AT SWAINSTON Nightingales warbled without , Within was weeping for thee : Shadows of three dead men ...
... land , Far beneath a blazing vault , Sown in a wrinkle of the monstrous hill , The city sparkles like a grain of salt . IN THE GARDEN AT SWAINSTON Nightingales warbled without , Within was weeping for thee : Shadows of three dead men ...
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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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