The English Poets: Wordsworth to Rossetti. 2d ed., revMacmillan, 1888 |
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... twas only in my dreams . Dread Power ! whom peace and calmness serve No less than Nature's threatening voice , If aught unworthy be my choice , From THEE if I would swerve ; Oh , let thy grace remind me of the light Full early lost ...
... twas only in my dreams . Dread Power ! whom peace and calmness serve No less than Nature's threatening voice , If aught unworthy be my choice , From THEE if I would swerve ; Oh , let thy grace remind me of the light Full early lost ...
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... twas an unimaginable sight ! Clouds , mists , streams , watery rocks and emerald turf , Clouds of all tincture , rocks and sapphire sky Confused , commingled , mutually inflamed , Molten together , and composing thus , Each lost in each ...
... twas an unimaginable sight ! Clouds , mists , streams , watery rocks and emerald turf , Clouds of all tincture , rocks and sapphire sky Confused , commingled , mutually inflamed , Molten together , and composing thus , Each lost in each ...
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... twas pastime to be bound Within the Sonnet's scanty plot of ground ; Pleased if some Souls ( for such there needs must be ) Who have felt the weight of too much liberty , Should find brief solace there , as I have found . [ ON THE BEACH ...
... twas pastime to be bound Within the Sonnet's scanty plot of ground ; Pleased if some Souls ( for such there needs must be ) Who have felt the weight of too much liberty , Should find brief solace there , as I have found . [ ON THE BEACH ...
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... Twas but that instant she had left Francesco , Laughing and looking back and flying still , Her ivory tooth imprinted on his finger . But now , alas , she was not to be found ; Nor from that hour could anything be guessed , But that she ...
... Twas but that instant she had left Francesco , Laughing and looking back and flying still , Her ivory tooth imprinted on his finger . But now , alas , she was not to be found ; Nor from that hour could anything be guessed , But that she ...
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... twas said By one as young , as thoughtless as Ginevra , ' Why not remove it from its lurking place ! ' ' Twas done as soon as said ; but on the way It burst , it fell ; and lo , a skeleton , With here and there a pearl , an emerald ...
... twas said By one as young , as thoughtless as Ginevra , ' Why not remove it from its lurking place ! ' ' Twas done as soon as said ; but on the way It burst , it fell ; and lo , a skeleton , With here and there a pearl , an emerald ...
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Artemidora ballads beauty beneath breast breath bright Brignall brow Byron Charles Lamb charm Childe Harold cloud cold Coleridge County Guy dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth Ebenezer Elliott EDWARD DOWDEN Emily Brontë English eyes fair fame Fanny Brawne fear feel flowers friends gaze gentle grace grave green hand happy Hartley Coleridge hast hath hear heard heart heaven hills hour JOHN KEATS Keats lady Leigh Hunt light live look mind moon mountains nature ne'er never night o'er once passion poems poet poetic poetry rose round Samian wine shade Shelley sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit stars stood stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought trees truth Twas verse voice WALTER LANDOR wandering waves weary wild wind Wordsworth youth
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