The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse, 7 tomasArthur Quiller-Couch Clarendon Press, 1913 - 1023 psl. |
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... silent sweep Around the banner'd lines , Where by their several signs The desert - wearied tribes in sight of Canaan sleep . He watch'd till knowledge came Upon his soul like flame , Not of those magic fires at random caught : But true ...
... silent sweep Around the banner'd lines , Where by their several signs The desert - wearied tribes in sight of Canaan sleep . He watch'd till knowledge came Upon his soul like flame , Not of those magic fires at random caught : But true ...
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... . The twilight of the trees and rocks Is in the light shade of thy locks ; Thy step is as the wind that weaves Its playful way among the leaves . 1794-1878 Thine eyes are springs , in whose serene And silent 25 Thine JOHN GIBSON LOCKHART.
... . The twilight of the trees and rocks Is in the light shade of thy locks ; Thy step is as the wind that weaves Its playful way among the leaves . 1794-1878 Thine eyes are springs , in whose serene And silent 25 Thine JOHN GIBSON LOCKHART.
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Arthur Quiller-Couch. Thine eyes are springs , in whose serene And silent waters heaven is seen ; Their lashes are the herbs that look On their young figures in the brook . The forest depths by foot unpress'd Are not more sinless than ...
Arthur Quiller-Couch. Thine eyes are springs , in whose serene And silent waters heaven is seen ; Their lashes are the herbs that look On their young figures in the brook . The forest depths by foot unpress'd Are not more sinless than ...
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... silence from the living , and no friend Take note of thy departure ? All that breathe Will share thy destiny . The gay ... silent halls of death , Thou go not , like the quarry - slave at night , Scourged to his dungeon ; but , sustain'd ...
... silence from the living , and no friend Take note of thy departure ? All that breathe Will share thy destiny . The gay ... silent halls of death , Thou go not , like the quarry - slave at night , Scourged to his dungeon ; but , sustain'd ...
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... silent rivulets to the sea ! Beauty may weep her fair first - born , Perchance in as resplendent tears , Such golden dewdrops bow the corn When the stern sickleman appears : But O ! such perfume to a bower Never allured sweet - seeking ...
... silent rivulets to the sea ! Beauty may weep her fair first - born , Perchance in as resplendent tears , Such golden dewdrops bow the corn When the stern sickleman appears : But O ! such perfume to a bower Never allured sweet - seeking ...
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Aghadoe Amy Levy Annabel Lee ARTHUR QUILLER-COUCH beauty bel ami beneath bird blow blue Bosphorus Bouillabaisse breast breath bright Camelot dark Dark Rosaleen dead dear death deep dream earth eyes face fair fear feet flame flowers glory gold golden gone grass green grey hair hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hills hour Judas Iscariot Karaman kiss Lady Lady of Shalott land leaves light lips live look look'd Lord Luthany MELEAGER Moira O'Neill moon morn neath never night o'er pale pass'd ROSAMUND MARRIOTT WATSON rose round sang shadow shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound Spring stag stars stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thro Tirawley tree turn'd voice vrom waves weep wild wind wings wood young youth
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