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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... hair , ' Tis proper to be choice in what I wear . He speaks Row home ? must we row home ? Too surely Know I where its front's demurely Over the Guidecca pil'd ; Window just with window mating , Door on door exactly waiting , All's the ...
... hair , ' Tis proper to be choice in what I wear . He speaks Row home ? must we row home ? Too surely Know I where its front's demurely Over the Guidecca pil'd ; Window just with window mating , Door on door exactly waiting , All's the ...
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... hair My blood will hurt ! The Three , I do not scorn To death , because they never liv'd but I Have liv'd indeed , and so- ( yet one more kiss ) can die ! SONG FROM " PIPPA PASSES THE year's at the spring , And day ' s at the morn ...
... hair My blood will hurt ! The Three , I do not scorn To death , because they never liv'd but I Have liv'd indeed , and so- ( yet one more kiss ) can die ! SONG FROM " PIPPA PASSES THE year's at the spring , And day ' s at the morn ...
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... hair was amber , I shall divine , And your mouth of your own geranium's red And what you would do with me , in fine , In the new life come in the old one's stead . - I have liv'd ( I shall say ) so much since then , Given up myself so ...
... hair was amber , I shall divine , And your mouth of your own geranium's red And what you would do with me , in fine , In the new life come in the old one's stead . - I have liv'd ( I shall say ) so much since then , Given up myself so ...
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... hair In leprosy ; thin dry blades prick'd the mud Which underneath look'd kneaded up with blood . One stiff blind horse , his every bone a - stare , Stood stupefied , however he came there : Thrust out past service from the devil's stud ...
... hair In leprosy ; thin dry blades prick'd the mud Which underneath look'd kneaded up with blood . One stiff blind horse , his every bone a - stare , Stood stupefied , however he came there : Thrust out past service from the devil's stud ...
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... hair or beard ! - - It may have been a water - rat I spear'd , But , ugh ! it sounded like a baby's shriek . Glad was I when I reach'd the other bank . Now for a better country . Vain pre- sage ! Who were the strugglers , what war did ...
... hair or beard ! - - It may have been a water - rat I spear'd , But , ugh ! it sounded like a baby's shriek . Glad was I when I reach'd the other bank . Now for a better country . Vain pre- sage ! Who were the strugglers , what war did ...
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