Little Classics: Poems, lyricalRossiter Johnson J.R. Osgood, 1877 |
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... wander far away , On from island unto island at the gateways of the day . Larger constellations burning , mellow moons and happy skies , Breadths of tropic shade and palms in cluster , knots of Paradise . Never comes the trader , never ...
... wander far away , On from island unto island at the gateways of the day . Larger constellations burning , mellow moons and happy skies , Breadths of tropic shade and palms in cluster , knots of Paradise . Never comes the trader , never ...
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... wander by the green burnside , And hear its waters croon ? The simmer leaves hung ower our heads , The flowers burst round our feet , And in the gloamin ' o ' the wood The throssil whusslit sweet ; The throssil whusslit in the wood ...
... wander by the green burnside , And hear its waters croon ? The simmer leaves hung ower our heads , The flowers burst round our feet , And in the gloamin ' o ' the wood The throssil whusslit sweet ; The throssil whusslit in the wood ...
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... wander there , And among the dreams of the days that were I find my lost youth again . And the strange and beautiful song , The groves are repeating it still : " A boy's will is the wind's will , And the thoughts of youth are long ...
... wander there , And among the dreams of the days that were I find my lost youth again . And the strange and beautiful song , The groves are repeating it still : " A boy's will is the wind's will , And the thoughts of youth are long ...
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... wander , or the blue Hangs motionless the whole day through ; Stars rise for them , and moons grow large And lessen in such tranquil wise As joys and sorrows do that rise Within their nature's sheltered marge ; Their hours into each ...
... wander , or the blue Hangs motionless the whole day through ; Stars rise for them , and moons grow large And lessen in such tranquil wise As joys and sorrows do that rise Within their nature's sheltered marge ; Their hours into each ...
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... wandering moon Riding near her highest noon , Like one that had been led astray Through the heavens ' wide pathless way , And oft , as if her head she bowed , Stooping through a fleecy cloud . Oft , on a plat of rising ground , I hear ...
... wandering moon Riding near her highest noon , Like one that had been led astray Through the heavens ' wide pathless way , And oft , as if her head she bowed , Stooping through a fleecy cloud . Oft , on a plat of rising ground , I hear ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON blow bonnets of bonnie bonnie Dundee boys brave breast breath bright crown Cusha dark dead dear death doth dream earth eyes fall feel fill flower Fontenoy Freedom's ahead galloped gang free glory glow golden hand hath hear heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW honor JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JEAN INGELOW JEANIE MORRISON JOHN MILTON kiss let us gang life's light live Lochiel LOCKSLEY HALL long thoughts look Lord Lycidas morn mourn murmuring nebber never night o'er open the Westport pain passion primroses rise ROBERT BUCHANAN round saddle your horses shadow shining shore sigh silent sing smiles song soul sound spring sweet tears thee thine things THOMAS BUCHANAN READ thou thoughts of youth toil uppe voice wander wave Westport and let wheel wild WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY WILLIAM MOTHERWELL WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind youth are long
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