The Harp of the Wilderness; Or, Flowers of Modern Fugitive PoetrySimpkin, Marshall, & Company, 1836 - 353 psl. |
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... for Music Miss Bowles Mrs. Norton 121 . Mrs. Hemans 138 .Barry Cornwall 140 164 Byron 187 Mary Howitt 203 Byron 213 L. E. Landon 225 Byron 240 278 288 To the Memory of W. P. To a Sleeping Child X INDEX OF SUBJECTS .
... for Music Miss Bowles Mrs. Norton 121 . Mrs. Hemans 138 .Barry Cornwall 140 164 Byron 187 Mary Howitt 203 Byron 213 L. E. Landon 225 Byron 240 278 288 To the Memory of W. P. To a Sleeping Child X INDEX OF SUBJECTS .
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Harp. To the Memory of W. P. To a Sleeping Child The Lily of the Valley . The Soldier's Grave The Bard of Ettrick and his .Barry Cornwall 148 Miss Bowles 149 · The Death of. Stanzas To an Absent One The History of a Life . The Love of ...
Harp. To the Memory of W. P. To a Sleeping Child The Lily of the Valley . The Soldier's Grave The Bard of Ettrick and his .Barry Cornwall 148 Miss Bowles 149 · The Death of. Stanzas To an Absent One The History of a Life . The Love of ...
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... sleep ! " Forget thee ? " - If to dream by night , and muse on thee by day Gone from her cheek is the summer bloom How long shall man's imprison'd spirit groan . He sleeps , forgetful of his once bright fame High on her speculative ...
... sleep ! " Forget thee ? " - If to dream by night , and muse on thee by day Gone from her cheek is the summer bloom How long shall man's imprison'd spirit groan . He sleeps , forgetful of his once bright fame High on her speculative ...
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... sleep beneath the sacred moon . TO THE SKYLARK . PROCTOR . O EARLIEST singer ! O care - charming bird ! Married to morning by a sweeter hymn Than priest e'er chaunted from his cloister dim At midnight ; or veil'd virgin's holier word ...
... sleep beneath the sacred moon . TO THE SKYLARK . PROCTOR . O EARLIEST singer ! O care - charming bird ! Married to morning by a sweeter hymn Than priest e'er chaunted from his cloister dim At midnight ; or veil'd virgin's holier word ...
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... sleeps , forgetful of his once bright fame ; He has no feeling of the glory gone ; He has no eye to catch the mounting flame , That once in transport drew his spirit on ; He lies in dull , oblivious dreams , nor cares Who the wreathed ...
... sleeps , forgetful of his once bright fame ; He has no feeling of the glory gone ; He has no eye to catch the mounting flame , That once in transport drew his spirit on ; He lies in dull , oblivious dreams , nor cares Who the wreathed ...
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art thou BARRY CORNWALL beauty beneath bird blessed bliss bloom blue bower breast breath breeze bright brow cheek CHELMSFORD child cloud dark dead death deep dost dream E'en earth faded faded thing fair fame fancy crown farewell fled flowers gaze gentle glad gleaming gloom glory glow gone grave green grief happy HARP hath hear heard heart heaven Helvellyn HEMANS hope hour L. E. LANDON leaf leaves life's light lips lone look lute lyre Magdalene MARY HOWITT mirth morn mother mountain never night o'er pale repose rest rose round S. T. COLERIDGE shade sigh silent sings skies sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring star storm stream summer sweet tears tell tempest thee thine thou art thought thy dreams tree Twas voice wakeful eye wallflower wandering wave weep wild wind wings young youth
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