The Poets and the Poetry of the Nineteenth Century, 6 tomasAlfred Henry Miles G. Routledge & Sons, Limited, 1905 |
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Conversations with God Jeannie LaBarbera. Good morning, Father! It feels so right to be writing those words to You early this morning. I've written them hundreds of times, but so many mornings recently I have not—sliding into one of my ...
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ALFRED AUSTIN ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE BEAU BROCADE beauty beneath bird breast breath bright child cried dark DAVID GRAY dead dear death deep dream earth eyes face fair fear feet flame flowers gleam glory golden grey hair hand hath head hear heard heart heaven HERMAN CHARLES MERIVALE JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS Judas Iscariot King kiss laugh lights of Leith lips living look Lord LORD DE TABLEY Love's lyric moon morning mother night o'er pale poems poet rain Robert Buchanan RODEN NOEL rose round shadow Siggeir sighs silent sing sleep smile snow soft song sonnets sorrow soul of Judas sound stars stood strong sweet tears thee thine things THOMAS ASHE thou thought Twas the soul unto verse voice wandered waves weary weeping wild WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT WILLIAM MORRIS wind wings
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