The Sibyl: Or, New Oracles from the PoetsCaroline Howard Gilman Wiley and Putnam, 1848 - 313 psl. |
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... face ; And her step is as light as the breezy air When it bends the morning flowers so fair . WM . CARLETON - Ballad Poetry of Ireland . 6. That bright lady's eye , methinks , hath less Of deep , and still , and pensive tenderness ...
... face ; And her step is as light as the breezy air When it bends the morning flowers so fair . WM . CARLETON - Ballad Poetry of Ireland . 6. That bright lady's eye , methinks , hath less Of deep , and still , and pensive tenderness ...
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... face , each charm , Bespeak a heart with feeling warm , While mind informs the whole ; With mind her mantling cheek doth glow , Her voice , her beaming eye , still show An all - inspiring soul . 8 . FRISBIE . When first I saw her , Her ...
... face , each charm , Bespeak a heart with feeling warm , While mind informs the whole ; With mind her mantling cheek doth glow , Her voice , her beaming eye , still show An all - inspiring soul . 8 . FRISBIE . When first I saw her , Her ...
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... face . YOUNG - Force of Religion . 12. Upon her brow in simple majesty Peace reigns , and meekness in her downcast eye ; A pensive contemplation marks her mien , As though she communed with a world unseen . CHARLOTTE ELIZABETH - Osric ...
... face . YOUNG - Force of Religion . 12. Upon her brow in simple majesty Peace reigns , and meekness in her downcast eye ; A pensive contemplation marks her mien , As though she communed with a world unseen . CHARLOTTE ELIZABETH - Osric ...
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... face , A clear , cool kindliness , a lunar beam Of peaceful radiance , silvering o'er the stream Of human thought with unabiding glory , Not quite a waking truth , not quite a dream , A visitation bright and transitory . 17 . 18 ...
... face , A clear , cool kindliness , a lunar beam Of peaceful radiance , silvering o'er the stream Of human thought with unabiding glory , Not quite a waking truth , not quite a dream , A visitation bright and transitory . 17 . 18 ...
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... face , - Looks kindled from the heart . MOULTRIE - The Dream of Life . 20. She was younger once than she is now , And prettier of course . I do not mean Το say that there are wrinkles on her brow ; Yet to be candid , she is past ...
... face , - Looks kindled from the heart . MOULTRIE - The Dream of Life . 20. She was younger once than she is now , And prettier of course . I do not mean Το say that there are wrinkles on her brow ; Yet to be candid , she is past ...
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ALLAN CUNNINGHAM BARRETT-The BARRY CORNWALL beauty BEN JONSON beneath bird bloom blossom blue blushing bower breath breeze bright brow BURNS CARLOS WILCOX charm cheek clouds COLERIDGE CRABBE CRABBE-Tales dark deep doth dwell earth ELIZA COOK eyes face FANNY KEMBLE flowers gentle Gentlemen of Verona grace green hair HALLECK happy HARTLEY COLERIDGE hath hear heart heaven HORNE-Orion LADY LADY-LOVE LEIGH HUNT light lily lips look Love's Labor Lost Merchant of Venice merry mind MISS BARRETT morning MOTHERWELL MOULTRIE-The Dream N. P. WILLIS NICOLL night noble o'er OSGOOD passion Poems by Amelia Poets PRAED PRAED-The pure R. H. DANA rose round shade shines sigh sings smile soft song soul spirit Spring star stream Summer sweet TAYLOR-Philip Van Artevelde tender thee thine things thou thought Timon toil trees trembling truth voice walk wave wild wind wings Winter's Tale WORDSWORTH young youth
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