The Poets and Poetry of AmericaParry and McMillan, 1855 - 622 psl. |
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... once set , each bird tunes up his lyre , Responding heavenly music through the quire . .... " Each plain is bounded at its utmost edge With a long chain of mountains in a ridge , Whose azure tops advance themselves so high , They seem ...
... once set , each bird tunes up his lyre , Responding heavenly music through the quire . .... " Each plain is bounded at its utmost edge With a long chain of mountains in a ridge , Whose azure tops advance themselves so high , They seem ...
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... once thou turn'st , she flies in air . ' In amorous chat they climb th ' ascent- ORPHEUS , as order'd , foremost went ; ( Though , when two lovers downwards steer , The man , as fit , falls in the rear :) Soon the fond fool turns back ...
... once thou turn'st , she flies in air . ' In amorous chat they climb th ' ascent- ORPHEUS , as order'd , foremost went ; ( Though , when two lovers downwards steer , The man , as fit , falls in the rear :) Soon the fond fool turns back ...
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... Once purling streams are dead and dry- " T was Nature's work - ' t is Nature's play , And Nature says that all must die . Yon flaming lamp , the source of light , In chaos dark may shroud his beam , And leave the world to mother Night ...
... Once purling streams are dead and dry- " T was Nature's work - ' t is Nature's play , And Nature says that all must die . Yon flaming lamp , the source of light , In chaos dark may shroud his beam , And leave the world to mother Night ...
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... once expected morn , And burst the iron bands of fate Graced with all her virgin charms , Attractive smiles and past , responsive flame , Restore my ***** to my arms , Just to her vows and faithful to her fame . VIII . Hymen's torch ...
... once expected morn , And burst the iron bands of fate Graced with all her virgin charms , Attractive smiles and past , responsive flame , Restore my ***** to my arms , Just to her vows and faithful to her fame . VIII . Hymen's torch ...
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... once the spendthrift and the beau . With pert address and noisy tongue , That scorns the fear of prating wrong ' Mongst listening coxcombs shalt thou shine , And every voice shall echo thine . THE FOP . How blest the brainless fop ...
... once the spendthrift and the beau . With pert address and noisy tongue , That scorns the fear of prating wrong ' Mongst listening coxcombs shalt thou shine , And every voice shall echo thine . THE FOP . How blest the brainless fop ...
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ANNABEL LEE art thou beam beauty beneath bird blue born bosom breast breath breeze bright brow charm clouds dark dead death deep dream earth evermore fair fear feel flowers forest friends gaze gentle gleam glorious glory glow grace grave green hand Harvard College hast hath hear heart heaven hills holy hour land leaves life's light lips living lonely look LOUIS LEGRAND lyre morning mountain muse N. P. WILLIS Nashaway ne'er never night o'er pale pass'd Phi Beta Kappa PHILIP PENDLETON COOKE poems poet rills Rio Bravo round scene seem'd shade shadows shine shore sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars storm stream sweet swell tears tempest thee thine thou art thought throne tree voice wave wild wind wings woods Yale College youth
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