English Verse, 2 tomasWilliam James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard C. Scribner's Sons, 1883 |
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... wings of Love . How oft along thy mazes , Regent of Sound ! have dangerous passions trod . O thou ! through whom the temple rings with praises , And blackening clouds in thunder speak of God , Betray not by the cozenage of sense Thy ...
... wings of Love . How oft along thy mazes , Regent of Sound ! have dangerous passions trod . O thou ! through whom the temple rings with praises , And blackening clouds in thunder speak of God , Betray not by the cozenage of sense Thy ...
34 psl.
... Wing ! Jet - bright Wing ! Flit across the sunset glade : Lying there in wait to sing , Listen with thy head awry , Keeping time with twinkling eye , While from all the woodland shade Birds of every plume and note Strain the throat ...
... Wing ! Jet - bright Wing ! Flit across the sunset glade : Lying there in wait to sing , Listen with thy head awry , Keeping time with twinkling eye , While from all the woodland shade Birds of every plume and note Strain the throat ...
36 psl.
... wing , Where art thou journeying ? Thy lay is in heaven , thy love is on earth . O'er fell , and fountain sheen , O'er moor and mountain green , O'er the red streamer that heralds the Day , Over the cloudlet dim , Over the rainbow's rim ...
... wing , Where art thou journeying ? Thy lay is in heaven , thy love is on earth . O'er fell , and fountain sheen , O'er moor and mountain green , O'er the red streamer that heralds the Day , Over the cloudlet dim , Over the rainbow's rim ...
43 psl.
... wing at either shoulder , And smile that never left thy mouth Until the hours grew colder . Then somewhat seem'd to whisper near That thou and I must part : I doubted it , I felt no fear , No weight upon the heart . If aught befell it ...
... wing at either shoulder , And smile that never left thy mouth Until the hours grew colder . Then somewhat seem'd to whisper near That thou and I must part : I doubted it , I felt no fear , No weight upon the heart . If aught befell it ...
49 psl.
... wings o'er Devotion's shrine : Prayers sound in vain , and temples shine , Where they are not ; The heart alone can make divine Religion's spot . To incantations dost thou trust , And pompous rites in domes august ? See mouldering ...
... wings o'er Devotion's shrine : Prayers sound in vain , and temples shine , Where they are not ; The heart alone can make divine Religion's spot . To incantations dost thou trust , And pompous rites in domes august ? See mouldering ...
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