A Victorian Anthology, 1837-1895: Selections Illustrating the Editor's Critical Review of British Poetry in the Reign of Victoria, 2 tomasEdmund Clarence Stedman Riverside Press, 1895 - 4 psl. |
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... DREAM - TRYST 570 Arthur Christopher Benson DAISY 570 James Kenneth Stephen LAPSUS CALAMITO R. K. A THOUGHT · A SONNET Rosamund Marriott Watson ( " GRAHAM R. TOMSON " ) LE MAUVAIS LARRON DEID FOLKS ' FERRY . HEREAFTER · THE FARM ON ...
... DREAM - TRYST 570 Arthur Christopher Benson DAISY 570 James Kenneth Stephen LAPSUS CALAMITO R. K. A THOUGHT · A SONNET Rosamund Marriott Watson ( " GRAHAM R. TOMSON " ) LE MAUVAIS LARRON DEID FOLKS ' FERRY . HEREAFTER · THE FARM ON ...
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... dream ; we knew , too late , How bare the rock , how desolate , To which we had flung our precious freight : Yet we call'd out - " Depart ! - Our gifts , once given , must here abide : Our work is done ; we have no heart To mar our work ...
... dream ; we knew , too late , How bare the rock , how desolate , To which we had flung our precious freight : Yet we call'd out - " Depart ! - Our gifts , once given , must here abide : Our work is done ; we have no heart To mar our work ...
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... dream . Life , how and what is it ? As here I lie In this state - chamber , dying by degrees , Hours and long hours in the dead night , I ask , " Do I live , am I dead ? " Peace , peace seems all . Saint Praxed's ever was the church for ...
... dream . Life , how and what is it ? As here I lie In this state - chamber , dying by degrees , Hours and long hours in the dead night , I ask , " Do I live , am I dead ? " Peace , peace seems all . Saint Praxed's ever was the church for ...
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... dream perhaps . Here ended , then , Progress this way . When , in the very nick Of giving up , one time more , came a click As when a trap shuts - you ' re inside the den . Burningly it came on me all at once , This was the place ...
... dream perhaps . Here ended , then , Progress this way . When , in the very nick Of giving up , one time more , came a click As when a trap shuts - you ' re inside the den . Burningly it came on me all at once , This was the place ...
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... dream'd , though right were worsted , wrong would triumph , Held we fall to rise , are baffled to fight better , Sleep to wake . No , at noonday in the bustle of man's work - time Greet the unseen with a cheer ! Bid him forward , breast ...
... dream'd , though right were worsted , wrong would triumph , Held we fall to rise , are baffled to fight better , Sleep to wake . No , at noonday in the bustle of man's work - time Greet the unseen with a cheer ! Bid him forward , breast ...
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