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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... gray , ( Chorus ) Boot , saddle , to horse , and away ! Ride past the suburbs , asleep as you'd say ; Many ' s the friend there , will listen and pray " God's luck to gallants that strike up the lay- - ( Chorus ) Boot , saddle , to ...
... gray , ( Chorus ) Boot , saddle , to horse , and away ! Ride past the suburbs , asleep as you'd say ; Many ' s the friend there , will listen and pray " God's luck to gallants that strike up the lay- - ( Chorus ) Boot , saddle , to ...
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... Gray Zanobi's just a - wooing To his couch the purchas'd bride : Past we glide ! Past we glide , and past , and past ! Why ' s the Pucci Palace flaring Like a beacon to the blast ? Guests by hundreds , not one caring If the dear host's ...
... Gray Zanobi's just a - wooing To his couch the purchas'd bride : Past we glide ! Past we glide , and past , and past ! Why ' s the Pucci Palace flaring Like a beacon to the blast ? Guests by hundreds , not one caring If the dear host's ...
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... gray sea and the long black land ; And the yellow half - moon large and low : And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep , As I gain the cove with pushing prow , And quench its speed i ' the slushy sand ...
... gray sea and the long black land ; And the yellow half - moon large and low : And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep , As I gain the cove with pushing prow , And quench its speed i ' the slushy sand ...
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... gray plain all round : Nothing but plain to the horizon's bound . I might go on ; nought else remain'd to do . So , on I went . I think I never saw Such starv'd ignoble nature ; nothing throve : For flowers grove ! as well expect a ...
... gray plain all round : Nothing but plain to the horizon's bound . I might go on ; nought else remain'd to do . So , on I went . I think I never saw Such starv'd ignoble nature ; nothing throve : For flowers grove ! as well expect a ...
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... gray ' Tween the soul's night and day , Washing " awake " away Into " asleep . " Some legend low and long , Never so weak or strong As to let go While it can hold this heart Withouten sigh or smart , Or as to hold this heart When it ...
... gray ' Tween the soul's night and day , Washing " awake " away Into " asleep . " Some legend low and long , Never so weak or strong As to let go While it can hold this heart Withouten sigh or smart , Or as to hold this heart When it ...
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