English Verse, 2 tomasWilliam James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard C. Scribner's Sons, 1883 |
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... hast now put on To make believe that thou art gone ? I see these locks in silvery slips , This drooping gait , this alter'd size ; But Spring - tide blossoms on thy lips , And tears take sunshine from thine eyes ! Life is but thought ...
... hast now put on To make believe that thou art gone ? I see these locks in silvery slips , This drooping gait , this alter'd size ; But Spring - tide blossoms on thy lips , And tears take sunshine from thine eyes ! Life is but thought ...
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... Hast thou been mine ? Time , like the winged wind When it bends the flowers , Hath left no mark behind To count the hours . Some weight of thought , though loath , On thee he leaves ; Some lines of care round both Perhaps he weaves ...
... Hast thou been mine ? Time , like the winged wind When it bends the flowers , Hath left no mark behind To count the hours . Some weight of thought , though loath , On thee he leaves ; Some lines of care round both Perhaps he weaves ...
82 psl.
... hast left me free ) The loveliest things that still remain , Than thus remember thee : The all of thine that can not die Through dark and dread eternity Returns again to me ; And more thy buried love endears Than aught , except its ...
... hast left me free ) The loveliest things that still remain , Than thus remember thee : The all of thine that can not die Through dark and dread eternity Returns again to me ; And more thy buried love endears Than aught , except its ...
99 psl.
... hast not thy bliss : For ever wilt thou love and she be fair . Ah , happy , happy boughs ! that can not shed Your leaves nor ever bid the Spring adieu ; And happy melodist ! unwearied , For ever piping songs for ever new ; More happy ...
... hast not thy bliss : For ever wilt thou love and she be fair . Ah , happy , happy boughs ! that can not shed Your leaves nor ever bid the Spring adieu ; And happy melodist ! unwearied , For ever piping songs for ever new ; More happy ...
101 psl.
... hast thy music too , While barred clouds bloom the soft - dying day , And touch the stubble - plains with rosy hue : Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows , borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives ...
... hast thy music too , While barred clouds bloom the soft - dying day , And touch the stubble - plains with rosy hue : Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows , borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives ...
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