English Verse, 2 tomasWilliam James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard C. Scribner's Sons, 1883 |
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... Fancy to a harp That hath in noble tasks been tried ! And , if the virtuous feel a pang too sharp , Soothe it into patience ! -stay The uplifted arm of Suicide ; And let some mood of thine in firm array Knit WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . 3.
... Fancy to a harp That hath in noble tasks been tried ! And , if the virtuous feel a pang too sharp , Soothe it into patience ! -stay The uplifted arm of Suicide ; And let some mood of thine in firm array Knit WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . 3.
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... hath seen thy beauty could content His soul with but a glimpse of heavenly day ? Who that hath loved thee but would lay His strong hand on the Wind if it were bent To take thee in thy majesty away ? -Pass onward ! Even the glancing deer ...
... hath seen thy beauty could content His soul with but a glimpse of heavenly day ? Who that hath loved thee but would lay His strong hand on the Wind if it were bent To take thee in thy majesty away ? -Pass onward ! Even the glancing deer ...
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... hath open'd on me see it there Brightening the umbrage of her hair ! So gleams the crescent moon , that loves To be descried through shady groves . Tenderest bloom is on her cheek : Wish not for a richer streak , Nor dread the depth of ...
... hath open'd on me see it there Brightening the umbrage of her hair ! So gleams the crescent moon , that loves To be descried through shady groves . Tenderest bloom is on her cheek : Wish not for a richer streak , Nor dread the depth of ...
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... hath she of her own , My hope , my joy , my Genevieve : She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve . I play'd a soft and doleful air , I sang an old and moving story , An old rude song that suited well The ruin ...
... hath she of her own , My hope , my joy , my Genevieve : She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve . I play'd a soft and doleful air , I sang an old and moving story , An old rude song that suited well The ruin ...
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... hath dismay'd , That never thou dost sport along the glade ; And , most unlike the nature of things young , That earthward still thy moveless head is hung ? Do thy prophetic fears anticipate , Meek Child of Misery ! thy future fate ...
... hath dismay'd , That never thou dost sport along the glade ; And , most unlike the nature of things young , That earthward still thy moveless head is hung ? Do thy prophetic fears anticipate , Meek Child of Misery ! thy future fate ...
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