Ballads and LyricsHoughton, Mifflin and Company, 1880 - 394 psl. |
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... head ? How begot , how nourishèd ? Reply , reply . It is engender'd in the eyes , With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies . Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it , Ding - dong , bell . WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ...
... head ? How begot , how nourishèd ? Reply , reply . It is engender'd in the eyes , With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies . Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it , Ding - dong , bell . WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ...
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... head a grass - green turf , At his heels a stone . White his shroud as the mountain snow Larded with sweet flowers ; Which bewept to the grave did go With true - love showers . WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE . THE NOBLE NATURE . Hamlet . It is not ...
... head a grass - green turf , At his heels a stone . White his shroud as the mountain snow Larded with sweet flowers ; Which bewept to the grave did go With true - love showers . WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE . THE NOBLE NATURE . Hamlet . It is not ...
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... head From golden slumber on a bed Of heap'd Elysian flowers , and hear Such strains as would have won the ear Of Pluto , to have quite set free His half - regained Eurydice . These delights if thou canst give , Mirth , with thee I mean ...
... head From golden slumber on a bed Of heap'd Elysian flowers , and hear Such strains as would have won the ear Of Pluto , to have quite set free His half - regained Eurydice . These delights if thou canst give , Mirth , with thee I mean ...
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... head she bow'd , Stooping through a fleecy cloud . Oft , on a plat of rising ground , I hear the far - off curfeu sound Over some wide - water'd shore , Swinging slow with sullen roar : Or , if the air will not permit , Some still ...
... head she bow'd , Stooping through a fleecy cloud . Oft , on a plat of rising ground , I hear the far - off curfeu sound Over some wide - water'd shore , Swinging slow with sullen roar : Or , if the air will not permit , Some still ...
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... known of his poems , was written on board the English fleet at the time of the first war between Charles II . and the Dutch , and on the eve of battle . And could not heave her head , The tuneful voice SONG FOR SAINT CECILIA'S DAY . 57.
... known of his poems , was written on board the English fleet at the time of the first war between Charles II . and the Dutch , and on the eve of battle . And could not heave her head , The tuneful voice SONG FOR SAINT CECILIA'S DAY . 57.
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