The Poets and Poetry of AmericaParry and McMillan, 1855 - 622 psl. |
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... brow the gallant Don , And gallant steed grow larger , larger ; And now he nears the mountain - hollow ; The flowery bank and little lake Now on his startled vision break- And Inez there . - He's not awake- Ah , what a day this dream ...
... brow the gallant Don , And gallant steed grow larger , larger ; And now he nears the mountain - hollow ; The flowery bank and little lake Now on his startled vision break- And Inez there . - He's not awake- Ah , what a day this dream ...
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... brow ; Now every thought and feeling throw Their shadows on her face ; And so are every thought and feeling join'd , " T were hard to answer whether heart or mind Of either were the native place . The things that once she loved are ...
... brow ; Now every thought and feeling throw Their shadows on her face ; And so are every thought and feeling join'd , " T were hard to answer whether heart or mind Of either were the native place . The things that once she loved are ...
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... brow , I see it written , " Thou shalt see me there ! " Yes , we all live to God ! FATHER , thy chastening rod So help us , thine afflicted ones , to bear , That , in the spirit land , Meeting at thy right hand , " Twill be our heaven ...
... brow , I see it written , " Thou shalt see me there ! " Yes , we all live to God ! FATHER , thy chastening rod So help us , thine afflicted ones , to bear , That , in the spirit land , Meeting at thy right hand , " Twill be our heaven ...
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... brow Rejoiced , when he came , in the morning's flame , In the morning's flame burns now . And the moon's cold light , as it lay that night On the hill - side and the sea , Still lies where he laid his houseless head ; - But the Pilgrim ...
... brow Rejoiced , when he came , in the morning's flame , In the morning's flame burns now . And the moon's cold light , as it lay that night On the hill - side and the sea , Still lies where he laid his houseless head ; - But the Pilgrim ...
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... brow ; Nor are their garnish'd sepulchres With pious sorrow kept , Where once the same Jerusalem , That kill'd them , came and wept . But still the seed of ABRAHAM With joy upon it look , And lay their ashes at its feet , That Kedron's ...
... brow ; Nor are their garnish'd sepulchres With pious sorrow kept , Where once the same Jerusalem , That kill'd them , came and wept . But still the seed of ABRAHAM With joy upon it look , And lay their ashes at its feet , That Kedron's ...
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218 psl. - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror ; In dreams his song of triumph heard. Then wore his monarch's signet ring, Then pressed that monarch's throne — a King ; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Eden's garden bird.