The Poets and the Poetry of the Nineteenth Century, 6 tomasG. Routledge, 1905 |
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... waves had touched the marble base , And steps the fish swim over twice a - day , The dawn beheld him sunken in his place Upon the floor ; and sleeping there he lay , Not heeding aught the little jets of spray The roughened sea brought ...
... waves had touched the marble base , And steps the fish swim over twice a - day , The dawn beheld him sunken in his place Upon the floor ; and sleeping there he lay , Not heeding aught the little jets of spray The roughened sea brought ...
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... waves that beneath it lay As toward the temple still it took its way , And still grew greater , till Milanion Saw nought for dazzling light that round him shone . But as he staggered with his arms outspread , Delicious unnamed odours ...
... waves that beneath it lay As toward the temple still it took its way , And still grew greater , till Milanion Saw nought for dazzling light that round him shone . But as he staggered with his arms outspread , Delicious unnamed odours ...
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Yet heated how he longs to lave His beauty in my cooling wave ! His rounded ivory arms have met Over locks of glossy jet : Gracefully curls the form so fair Now upon my yielding air ; Cleaves my laughter - flashing wave , Delighted one ...
Yet heated how he longs to lave His beauty in my cooling wave ! His rounded ivory arms have met Over locks of glossy jet : Gracefully curls the form so fair Now upon my yielding air ; Cleaves my laughter - flashing wave , Delighted one ...
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... wave in washing , Sweetest music never ending , Blending , never - ending , Lulls him in his water - wending . Why , boy - lover , tell me why I was doomed to see thee lie , I was doomed to see thee die , Tell me why Even I • Am singing ...
... wave in washing , Sweetest music never ending , Blending , never - ending , Lulls him in his water - wending . Why , boy - lover , tell me why I was doomed to see thee lie , I was doomed to see thee die , Tell me why Even I • Am singing ...
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... wave ! I would lie asleep , darling , With thee lie asleep , Unhearing the world weep , darling , Little children weep ! O my little child ! II - THE KING AND THE PEASAN1 . WORLD WORLD - WIDE possessions , populous lands The monarch ...
... wave ! I would lie asleep , darling , With thee lie asleep , Unhearing the world weep , darling , Little children weep ! O my little child ! II - THE KING AND THE PEASAN1 . WORLD WORLD - WIDE possessions , populous lands The monarch ...
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The Poets and the Poetry of the Nineteenth Century, 6 tomas Alfred Henry Miles Visos knygos peržiūra - 1915 |
The Poets and the Poetry of the Nineteenth Century, 6 tomas Alfred Henry Miles Visos knygos peržiūra - 1905 |
The Poets and the Poetry of the Nineteenth Century, 6 tomas Alfred Henry Miles Visos knygos peržiūra - 1905 |
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ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE BEAU BROCADE beauty beneath bird breast breath bright child cloud cried dark DAVID GRAY dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fear feet fire flame flowers gaze gleam glory golden grey hair hand hath head hear heard heart heaven HERMAN CHARLES MERIVALE JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS Judas Iscariot King kiss laugh leaves lights of Leith lips living London Poems look Lord LORD DE TABLEY Love's lyric moon morning mother night o'er pale Pipers poems poet poetry rain Robert Buchanan RODEN NOEL rose round shadow Shon sighs silent sing sleep smile snow soft song sonnets sorrow sound spirit stars strong sweet Swinburne tears thee THEODORE WATTS-DUNTON thine things THOMAS ASHE thou thought unto verse voice waves weep wild WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT wind wings wonder
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