Favourite English Poems: Thomson to Tennyson, 1700-1860Sampson Low, Son & Company, 1863 |
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... turn'd , and down the aged gossip led . As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon And ' tween the curtains peep'd On golden dishes , and in baskets bright Awakening up , he took her hollow lute . Upon his knees he sank , pale as ...
... turn'd , and down the aged gossip led . As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon And ' tween the curtains peep'd On golden dishes , and in baskets bright Awakening up , he took her hollow lute . Upon his knees he sank , pale as ...
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... turn the flock And with this basket on his arm , the lad . Came forth with wishes and with farewell prayers . Mine be a cot beside the hill You must wake and call me early , call me early , mother dear As I came up the valley , whom ...
... turn the flock And with this basket on his arm , the lad . Came forth with wishes and with farewell prayers . Mine be a cot beside the hill You must wake and call me early , call me early , mother dear As I came up the valley , whom ...
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... bush , with seats beneath the shade , For talking age and whispering lovers made ! How often have I blest the coming day , When toil remitting lent its turn to play , And all the village train , from labour free ,. 30 THE DESERTED VILLAGE .
... bush , with seats beneath the shade , For talking age and whispering lovers made ! How often have I blest the coming day , When toil remitting lent its turn to play , And all the village train , from labour free ,. 30 THE DESERTED VILLAGE .
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... turns the past to pain .. In all my wanderings round this world of care , In all my griefs - and God has given my share- To husband out life's taper at the close , And keep the flame from wasting by repose : I still had hopes , my ...
... turns the past to pain .. In all my wanderings round this world of care , In all my griefs - and God has given my share- To husband out life's taper at the close , And keep the flame from wasting by repose : I still had hopes , my ...
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... turns dismay'd , The reverend champion stood . At his control , Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise , And his last faltering accents whisper'd praise . At church , with meek and ...
... turns dismay'd , The reverend champion stood . At his control , Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise , And his last faltering accents whisper'd praise . At church , with meek and ...
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beneath bird BIRKET FOSTER bless blest bliss breast breath bright brow C. W. COPE CHARLES DIBDIN charm cheerful child clouds cold CRESWICK dead dear deep door dread dream E. H. WEHNERT e'en earth father fear fields flowers GEORGE THOMAS Giles Gilpin glow green hand HARRISON WEIR hath head hear heard heart Heaven hill Hope hour John Gilpin labour land land of mist light living looks LORD BYRON loud Loxian Luke midnight moon morn mother murmurs Nature's never night o'er peace PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY pleasure poem poor poor Jack Porphyro pow'r praise pride Queen rapture rise round sails shade ship shore sigh sleep smile song soul sound spirit storm sweet Sweet Auburn tears tell thee thine thou thought toil trembling twas vale village voice warm wave weary wild wind wing wretched youth
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110 psl. - The blisses of her dream so pure and deep At which fair Madeline began to weep, And moan forth witless words with many a sigh; While still her gaze on Porphyro would keep; Who knelt, with joined hands and piteous eye, Fearing to move or speak, she look'd so dreamingly. XXXV 'Ah, Porphyro!
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