English Verse, 2 tomasWilliam James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard C. Scribner's Sons, 1883 |
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... darkness , no prophecy and promise of Morning , how- ever remote , that might smite the silent lips of Mem- non into Song . But the darkest hour is just before day . It is so in nature , we are told , and it is sometimes so in art and ...
... darkness , no prophecy and promise of Morning , how- ever remote , that might smite the silent lips of Mem- non into Song . But the darkest hour is just before day . It is so in nature , we are told , and it is sometimes so in art and ...
xxxix psl.
... .. 213 214 219 221 221 CHARLES KINGSLEY : To ke North - East Wind ... 224 The Sands of Dee 226 A Hope ...... 227 MARY ANN EVANS LEWES : The Dark ..... 227 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL : Hebe The Courtin ' The Fountain CONTENTS . xxxix.
... .. 213 214 219 221 221 CHARLES KINGSLEY : To ke North - East Wind ... 224 The Sands of Dee 226 A Hope ...... 227 MARY ANN EVANS LEWES : The Dark ..... 227 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL : Hebe The Courtin ' The Fountain CONTENTS . xxxix.
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... dark and blind : Intricate labyrinth , more dread for thought To enter than oracular cave : Strict passage , through which sighs are brought , And whispers for the heart , their slave ; And shrieks that revel in abuse Of shivering flesh ...
... dark and blind : Intricate labyrinth , more dread for thought To enter than oracular cave : Strict passage , through which sighs are brought , And whispers for the heart , their slave ; And shrieks that revel in abuse Of shivering flesh ...
59 psl.
... darkness raved The storm - winds of the soul . O , no ! in hours of golden calm Morn met his forehead bold ; And breezy evening sang her psalm Beneath his dew - dropp'd gold . The wren its crest of fibred fire With his rich bronze ...
... darkness raved The storm - winds of the soul . O , no ! in hours of golden calm Morn met his forehead bold ; And breezy evening sang her psalm Beneath his dew - dropp'd gold . The wren its crest of fibred fire With his rich bronze ...
62 psl.
... dark blue eyes for thee . Laugh out , in the loose green jerkin That's fit for a Goddess to work in ! With shoulders brown , And the wheaten crown About thy temples perking . And with thee come Stout - Heart in ; And Toil , that sleeps ...
... dark blue eyes for thee . Laugh out , in the loose green jerkin That's fit for a Goddess to work in ! With shoulders brown , And the wheaten crown About thy temples perking . And with thee come Stout - Heart in ; And Toil , that sleeps ...
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Anerley Bacchus Ballads beauty bells beneath Bessie Lee bird bloom blue Born bower breast breath bright brow cheek cloud Clovernook cold Dædalus dance dark dead dear death deep dost dreams dreary earth eyes face fair fall flowers frae GEORGE GORDON BYRON glory golden gone grave Greece green hair hand happy happy land HARRIET MARTINEAU hast hath hear heart heaven hour JOHN KEATS kiss leaves light lips lonely look Love's lover Lyrical Ballads Lyrics maiden morning ne'er never night o'er ODE TO DUTY pain pale pass'd Peter Bell Pioneers Poems poet river rose round Samian wine shade shadow sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit stars strong summer Sundew sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thought tree Twas unto Verse voice waves weary weep wild wind wine wings young
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