The Magazine of Poetry, 2 tomas,14 leidimaiCharles Wells Moulton, 1890 |
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... Stars . At the Summit . Maid of St. Helena . JONES , I. EDGAR . With portrait by Lawson , Muskegon , Mich . A Nature Prayer . Veiled Harmonies . Nebulous Philosophy . Brown Eyes . Quotation . Richard Henry Lee . 173 BRISTOL , AUGUSTA ...
... Stars . At the Summit . Maid of St. Helena . JONES , I. EDGAR . With portrait by Lawson , Muskegon , Mich . A Nature Prayer . Veiled Harmonies . Nebulous Philosophy . Brown Eyes . Quotation . Richard Henry Lee . 173 BRISTOL , AUGUSTA ...
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... Star . How They Brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix . Incident of the French Camp . The Last Ride Together . One Way of Love . Quotations . ALDRICH , ANNE REEVE . New Eden . Love's Change . SPAULDING , HARRIET MABEL . The Lost ...
... Star . How They Brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix . Incident of the French Camp . The Last Ride Together . One Way of Love . Quotations . ALDRICH , ANNE REEVE . New Eden . Love's Change . SPAULDING , HARRIET MABEL . The Lost ...
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... Star of Bethlehem . The Bells of Lynn . The Best Estate . The Sea's Love . With portrait by Doolittle , Montrose , Pa . Samuel D. Warriner . 307 The Infinite . Quotations . SMITH , JEANIE OLIVER . BAER , LIBBIE C. With portrait by Immke ...
... Star of Bethlehem . The Bells of Lynn . The Best Estate . The Sea's Love . With portrait by Doolittle , Montrose , Pa . Samuel D. Warriner . 307 The Infinite . Quotations . SMITH , JEANIE OLIVER . BAER , LIBBIE C. With portrait by Immke ...
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... peaks the flow of sunlight comes , Dragging its sluggish tide across the path Of the reluctant stars which silently Are buried in it . Through yon western gap Day ebbs away , leaving a margin round , Of GEORGE HENRY BOKER . 5.
... peaks the flow of sunlight comes , Dragging its sluggish tide across the path Of the reluctant stars which silently Are buried in it . Through yon western gap Day ebbs away , leaving a margin round , Of GEORGE HENRY BOKER . 5.
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... stars , on winter nights , Than sages reckon in their heavenly charts ; For the brain wanders , and the dizzy eye ... star . TO ENGLAND . 1 . LEAR and Cordelia ! ' t was an ancient tale Before thy Shakespeare gave it deathless fame : The ...
... stars , on winter nights , Than sages reckon in their heavenly charts ; For the brain wanders , and the dizzy eye ... star . TO ENGLAND . 1 . LEAR and Cordelia ! ' t was an ancient tale Before thy Shakespeare gave it deathless fame : The ...
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