The Magazine of Poetry, 2 tomasCharles Wells Moulton, 1890 |
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... Breath of Love . Parting . Repentance . Love's Phases . Sometime , I Fear . When Lilacs Bloom . Pretty and Dirty . Sigh Soft and Low , Oh ! Summer Breeze . G. Mercer Adam . 463 The Deep Tide . To M. A Birthday Wish . At Charles ...
... Breath of Love . Parting . Repentance . Love's Phases . Sometime , I Fear . When Lilacs Bloom . Pretty and Dirty . Sigh Soft and Low , Oh ! Summer Breeze . G. Mercer Adam . 463 The Deep Tide . To M. A Birthday Wish . At Charles ...
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... breath Of the mid - ocean salt upon its lips , And a low , lulling , dreamy sound of waves , To breathe upon me , as I lie along On my white violets , marveling at the bees That toil but to be plundered , or the mart Of striving men ...
... breath Of the mid - ocean salt upon its lips , And a low , lulling , dreamy sound of waves , To breathe upon me , as I lie along On my white violets , marveling at the bees That toil but to be plundered , or the mart Of striving men ...
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... breath of May Was blown around me , and the lulling play Of dripping fountains . Yet the lights and shades , The waving scarfs , the battle's grand parades , Seemed but vague shadows of that wondrous lay . " HOW CANST THOU CALL ? " How ...
... breath of May Was blown around me , and the lulling play Of dripping fountains . Yet the lights and shades , The waving scarfs , the battle's grand parades , Seemed but vague shadows of that wondrous lay . " HOW CANST THOU CALL ? " How ...
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... breath . Am I a prisoner ? Difference between Chepstow and England is not much , I ween . ' T is but a cell a few more paces wide . Year after year ; and under Chepstow's side The muddied Wye still flows . My hair is grey ; My old bones ...
... breath . Am I a prisoner ? Difference between Chepstow and England is not much , I ween . ' T is but a cell a few more paces wide . Year after year ; and under Chepstow's side The muddied Wye still flows . My hair is grey ; My old bones ...
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... breath - can that be eglantine ? Those birds - c -can they be Morning's choristers ? Can this be Earth ? Can these be banks of furze ? Like burning bushes fired of God they shine ! I seem to know them , though this body of mine Pass'd ...
... breath - can that be eglantine ? Those birds - c -can they be Morning's choristers ? Can this be Earth ? Can these be banks of furze ? Like burning bushes fired of God they shine ! I seem to know them , though this body of mine Pass'd ...
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