The Victorian AnthologySir Mountstuart Elphinstone Grant Duff S. Sonnenschein & Company, limited, 1902 - 570 psl. |
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... Morning ( From the " New Timon " ) • Lord John Russell Consequences of the Reformation Sir Robert Walpole Fox Pitt Lord Melbourne O'Connell The Orator The Successful Politician SIR EDMUND HEAD- Translation from Propertius . FRANCIS ...
... Morning ( From the " New Timon " ) • Lord John Russell Consequences of the Reformation Sir Robert Walpole Fox Pitt Lord Melbourne O'Connell The Orator The Successful Politician SIR EDMUND HEAD- Translation from Propertius . FRANCIS ...
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... Morning The Bishop orders his Tomb at Saint Praxed's Church . From " Holy Cross Day " A Toccata of Galuppi's W. M. THACKERAY— From " The Chronicle of the Drum At the Church Gate THOMAS DAVIS- • The Battle - Eve of the Brigade F. W. ...
... Morning The Bishop orders his Tomb at Saint Praxed's Church . From " Holy Cross Day " A Toccata of Galuppi's W. M. THACKERAY— From " The Chronicle of the Drum At the Church Gate THOMAS DAVIS- • The Battle - Eve of the Brigade F. W. ...
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... 388 391 A Hymn to Aphrodite 392 394 Misrepresentation CHARLES , LORD BOWEN- Good - Night , Good - Morning . AUGUSTA WEBSTER- The Brook Rhine . 395 • 396 FREDERICK MYERS- From " Saint Paul " JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS- xviii CONTENTS.
... 388 391 A Hymn to Aphrodite 392 394 Misrepresentation CHARLES , LORD BOWEN- Good - Night , Good - Morning . AUGUSTA WEBSTER- The Brook Rhine . 395 • 396 FREDERICK MYERS- From " Saint Paul " JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS- xviii CONTENTS.
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... Morning all beaming red , Hope's smiles around us shed , Heavenward - away . Where are they gone , of yore My best delight ? Dear and more dear , tho ' now Hidden from sight . Where they rejoice to be , There is the land for me ; Fly ...
... Morning all beaming red , Hope's smiles around us shed , Heavenward - away . Where are they gone , of yore My best delight ? Dear and more dear , tho ' now Hidden from sight . Where they rejoice to be , There is the land for me ; Fly ...
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... morning ' twas tears and sighs , For the sound of his drums grew less and less , Walking like carelessness off from distress ; And Captain Sword went whistling gay , " Over the hills and far away . " THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK . 1785-1866 LOVE ...
... morning ' twas tears and sighs , For the sound of his drums grew less and less , Walking like carelessness off from distress ; And Captain Sword went whistling gay , " Over the hills and far away . " THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK . 1785-1866 LOVE ...
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beautiful bells beloved sleep beneath breath bright brow Christ CHRISTINA GEORGina RossettI cloud Dante Gabriel Rossetti dark dead death deep died dream dust earth earthly Excalibur eyes fair fame FELICIA HEMANS flowers FRANCIS MAHONY Frederick Faber giveth His beloved gold grave hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hour Irish Brigade Iseult JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN John lounged King Arthur land leave light live look Lord moon morning never night o'er pale pass poems poet poetry prayer pure rest risen river river Lee round shadow Shandon shine shore sigh Sir Bedivere smile soft song sorrow soul sound Speaker,-sleep spirit star stood stream strong sweet tears thee thine things Thou art thought thro tomb towers verse voice wave weary weep wild wind WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED words youth
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