The Oxford Book of Victorian VerseArthur Quiller-Couch Clarendon Press, 1913 - 1023 psl. |
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... who - at first in conjunction , of late years separately- have done so much to keep alive the fire of poetry in England . The list of younger poets whose work bears . the imprint of one or another of these two would xiv PREFACE.
... who - at first in conjunction , of late years separately- have done so much to keep alive the fire of poetry in England . The list of younger poets whose work bears . the imprint of one or another of these two would xiv PREFACE.
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... fire of life ; It sinks , and I am ready to depart . 18 . MINE SAMUEL ROGERS A Wish 1763-1855 INE be a cot beside the hill ; A bee - hive's hum shall soothe my ear ; A willowy brook , that turns a mill , With many a fall shall linger ...
... fire of life ; It sinks , and I am ready to depart . 18 . MINE SAMUEL ROGERS A Wish 1763-1855 INE be a cot beside the hill ; A bee - hive's hum shall soothe my ear ; A willowy brook , that turns a mill , With many a fall shall linger ...
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... fires Rose up in wavy spires , Where on the mount he watch'd his sorceries dark and dread . He watch'd till morning's ray On lake and meadow lay , And willow - shaded streams , that silent sweep Around the banner'd lines , Where by ...
... fires Rose up in wavy spires , Where on the mount he watch'd his sorceries dark and dread . He watch'd till morning's ray On lake and meadow lay , And willow - shaded streams , that silent sweep Around the banner'd lines , Where by ...
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... fire ! Her urn , sight high from spoiler men ! Her birthplace when self - born again ! The mountainless green wilds among , Here ends she her unechoing song ! With amber tears and odorous sighs Mourn'd by the desert where she dies ...
... fire ! Her urn , sight high from spoiler men ! Her birthplace when self - born again ! The mountainless green wilds among , Here ends she her unechoing song ! With amber tears and odorous sighs Mourn'd by the desert where she dies ...
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... fire , -Still her destroyer and her sire ! - As if to his her soul of flame Had flown already whence it came ; Like those that sit and glare so still , Intense with their death struggle , till We touch , and curdle at their chill ...
... fire , -Still her destroyer and her sire ! - As if to his her soul of flame Had flown already whence it came ; Like those that sit and glare so still , Intense with their death struggle , till We touch , and curdle at their chill ...
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