Little Classics, 14 tomasRossiter Johnson Houghton, Mifflin, 1875 |
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... , snarling at each other's heels . page . Can I but relive in sadness ? I will turn that earlier Hide me from my deep emotion , O thou wondrous Mother - Age ! Make me feel the wild pulsation that I felt before 14 LITTLE CLASSICS .
... , snarling at each other's heels . page . Can I but relive in sadness ? I will turn that earlier Hide me from my deep emotion , O thou wondrous Mother - Age ! Make me feel the wild pulsation that I felt before 14 LITTLE CLASSICS .
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... deep heart of existence beat forever like a boy's ? Knowledge comes , but wisdom lingers , and I linger on the shore , And the individual withers , and the world is more and more . Knowledge comes , but wisdom lingers , and he bears a ...
... deep heart of existence beat forever like a boy's ? Knowledge comes , but wisdom lingers , and I linger on the shore , And the individual withers , and the world is more and more . Knowledge comes , but wisdom lingers , and he bears a ...
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... Deep in yonder shining Orient , where my life began to beat ; Where in wild Mahratta - battle fell my father evil . starred ; I was left a trampled orphan , and a selfish uncle's ward . Or to burst all links of habit - there to wander ...
... Deep in yonder shining Orient , where my life began to beat ; Where in wild Mahratta - battle fell my father evil . starred ; I was left a trampled orphan , and a selfish uncle's ward . Or to burst all links of habit - there to wander ...
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... deep with April - hints of sunny tears , ' Neath long soft lashes laid asleep , seemed all too thoughtful for her years ; As though from mine her gaze had caught the secret of some mournful thought . But , when she spoke , her father's ...
... deep with April - hints of sunny tears , ' Neath long soft lashes laid asleep , seemed all too thoughtful for her years ; As though from mine her gaze had caught the secret of some mournful thought . But , when she spoke , her father's ...
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... deep ; Passionate words as of one beseeching , The loud beck drowns them : we walk and weep V. A yellow moon in splendor drooping , A tired queen with her state oppressed , Low by rushes and sword - grass stooping , Lies she soft on the ...
... deep ; Passionate words as of one beseeching , The loud beck drowns them : we walk and weep V. A yellow moon in splendor drooping , A tired queen with her state oppressed , Low by rushes and sword - grass stooping , Lies she soft on the ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON blow bonnets of bonnie bonnie Dundee boys brave breast breath bright cowslips crown Cusha dark dead dear death doth dream earth eyes fall feel fill flower Fontenoy forever Freedom's ahead galloped gang free glory glow golden hand hath head hear heard heart heaven honor JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JEAN INGELOW JOHN MILTON kiss land let us gang life's light lips live Lochiel Locksley Hall long thoughts look Lord Lycidas morn mourn Neath nebber never night o'er open the Westport pain pale flower passion primroses rise ROBERT BUCHANAN round saddle your horses shadow shadows rise shining shore sigh silent sing smile song soul sound spring star sweet tears thee thine things thou thoughts of youth toil uppe voice wander wave weep Westport and let wheel wild WILLIAM MOTHERWELL wind wind's youth are long
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