Living English Poets: MDCCCLXXXII.Kegan Paul, Trench, & Company, 1883 - 325 psl. |
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... · 285 WILLIAM JOHN COURTHOPE FROM " THE PARADISE OF BIRDS " CHORUS OF HUMAN SOULS CHORUS OF BIRDS 288 295 298 FREDERIC W. H. MYERS TENERIFFE 301 SIMMENTHAL . 304 ROBERT BRIDGES ELEGY MY SONG . ANDREW LANG BALLADE of xviii CONTENTS.
... · 285 WILLIAM JOHN COURTHOPE FROM " THE PARADISE OF BIRDS " CHORUS OF HUMAN SOULS CHORUS OF BIRDS 288 295 298 FREDERIC W. H. MYERS TENERIFFE 301 SIMMENTHAL . 304 ROBERT BRIDGES ELEGY MY SONG . ANDREW LANG BALLADE of xviii CONTENTS.
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... soul . BOWL Then answer make that all may know , For whom the weal , for whom the woe ? SPEAR The weal is their's who do no wrong , And crown with gifts the sons of song . The woe is theirs who fain would flood Their father's land with ...
... soul . BOWL Then answer make that all may know , For whom the weal , for whom the woe ? SPEAR The weal is their's who do no wrong , And crown with gifts the sons of song . The woe is theirs who fain would flood Their father's land with ...
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... soul was vacant and bereft Of pomp and inward state : Morn , when before the sun his orb unshrouds , Swift as a beacon torch the light has sped , Kindling the dusky summits of the clouds Each to a fiery red- The slanted columns of the ...
... soul was vacant and bereft Of pomp and inward state : Morn , when before the sun his orb unshrouds , Swift as a beacon torch the light has sped , Kindling the dusky summits of the clouds Each to a fiery red- The slanted columns of the ...
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... the whole Of that strange wonder - how , while he had stood Lost in deep gladness of his inmost soul , Far hidden in that wood , Three generations had gone down unseen Under the thin partition RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH 37.
... the whole Of that strange wonder - how , while he had stood Lost in deep gladness of his inmost soul , Far hidden in that wood , Three generations had gone down unseen Under the thin partition RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH 37.
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... soul is he must go : He crawls along from tree to tree . The old snake - charmer , doth he know If snake or beast of prey he be ? Bewildered at the pool he lies And sees as through a serpent's eyes . Weeds wove with white - flowered ...
... soul is he must go : He crawls along from tree to tree . The old snake - charmer , doth he know If snake or beast of prey he be ? Bewildered at the pool he lies And sees as through a serpent's eyes . Weeds wove with white - flowered ...
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BABETTE Bassarid beat beneath birds Born boughs breath bright brow dark dead dear death deep doth dream Drowsietown drowsy earth eyes face fair feet fire flowers Godmar golden grass green grow hair hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hills hounds of spring Jehane King kiss laughed leave light lips live look morn murmur never night nightingale o'er once Ozana pain pale pass phantom islands PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON rain RICHARD WATSON DIXON ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN rose round scattered spaces shadows shining silent sing sleep smile snow soft song soul sound star stood stream strong sundew sweet thee THEOPHILE MARZIALS thine things thou art thought thro Thyiades To-morrow tree turn'd VIEUXBOIS Ville-d'Avray Vizier voice vrom wake waves weep WILLIAM JOHN COURTHOPE Wilt thou wind wings
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