English Verse: Lyrics of the XIXth centuryWilliam James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard C. Scribner's, 1883 |
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... kiss'd me ) .. ROBERT BROWNING : The Lost Leader .... The Moth's Kiss Evelyn Hope .... Night and Morning .. ROBERT NICOLL : Bonnie Bessie Lee ... Menie ...... The Grave of Burns THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS : The Welcome .... WILLIAM BELL SCOTT ...
... kiss'd me ) .. ROBERT BROWNING : The Lost Leader .... The Moth's Kiss Evelyn Hope .... Night and Morning .. ROBERT NICOLL : Bonnie Bessie Lee ... Menie ...... The Grave of Burns THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS : The Welcome .... WILLIAM BELL SCOTT ...
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... kiss'd me once in play , Rubies were less bright than they ; And less bright were those which shone In the palace of the Sun. Will they be as bright agen ? Not if kiss'd by other men . THE NEREID . Beloved the last ! beloved the most ...
... kiss'd me once in play , Rubies were less bright than they ; And less bright were those which shone In the palace of the Sun. Will they be as bright agen ? Not if kiss'd by other men . THE NEREID . Beloved the last ! beloved the most ...
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... kiss'd : But where's their memory's mansion ? Yon churchyard's bowers ? No ! in ourselves their souls exist , A part of ours . Is't A kiss can consecrate the ground Where mated hearts are mutual bound : The spot where love's first links ...
... kiss'd : But where's their memory's mansion ? Yon churchyard's bowers ? No ! in ourselves their souls exist , A part of ours . Is't A kiss can consecrate the ground Where mated hearts are mutual bound : The spot where love's first links ...
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... kiss'd , Whispering I knew not what of wild and sweet : Like that strange song I heard Apollo sing , While Ilion like a mist rose into towers . Yet hold me not for ever in thine East ! How can my nature longer mix with thine ? Coldly ...
... kiss'd , Whispering I knew not what of wild and sweet : Like that strange song I heard Apollo sing , While Ilion like a mist rose into towers . Yet hold me not for ever in thine East ! How can my nature longer mix with thine ? Coldly ...
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... kiss'd , The brightest eyes that ever have shone , May pray and whisper , and we not list , Or look away ; and never be miss'd Ere yet ever a month is gone . Gillian's dead : God rest her bier ! How I WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY . 183 ...
... kiss'd , The brightest eyes that ever have shone , May pray and whisper , and we not list , Or look away ; and never be miss'd Ere yet ever a month is gone . Gillian's dead : God rest her bier ! How I WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY . 183 ...
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Æsir Anerley Ballads beauty bells beneath Bessie Lee bird blue Born bosom breast breath bright brow cheek cloud Clovernook cold Dædalus dance dark dead dear death deep dost doth dreams dreary earth eyes face fair fall flowers frae glory golden grave Greece green hair hand happy happy land HARRIET MARTINEAU hast hath hear heart heaven hour kiss kiss'd land leaves light lips lonely look Love's lover Lyrical Ballads Lyrics maiden Massachusetts morning never night o'er ODE TO DUTY pain pass'd Peter Bell Pioneers Poems poet river rose round Samian wine Season of mists shade shadow sigh silent sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul stars strong summer Sundew sweet tears tell thee THEOPHILE MARZIALS thine things thou art thought tree Twas unto Verse voice waves weary weep wild wind young
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