The English Poets, 4 tomasThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1893 |
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... thine eye Be on them ; who , in love and truth , Where no misgiving is , rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad Hearts ! without reproach or blot ; Who do thy work , and know it not : Oh ! if through confidence misplaced They fail ...
... thine eye Be on them ; who , in love and truth , Where no misgiving is , rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad Hearts ! without reproach or blot ; Who do thy work , and know it not : Oh ! if through confidence misplaced They fail ...
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... thine - they pierce and pierce ; Tumultuous harmony and fierce ! Thou sing'st as if the God of wine Had helped thee to a Valentine ; A song in mockery and despite Of shades , and dews , and silent night ; And steady bliss , and all the ...
... thine - they pierce and pierce ; Tumultuous harmony and fierce ! Thou sing'st as if the God of wine Had helped thee to a Valentine ; A song in mockery and despite Of shades , and dews , and silent night ; And steady bliss , and all the ...
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... ! Maiden ! now take flight ; -inherit Alps or Andes - they are thine ! With the morning's roseate Spirit , Sweep their length of snowy line ; Or survey their bright dominions In the gorgeous colours drest 66 THE ENGLISH FOETS .
... ! Maiden ! now take flight ; -inherit Alps or Andes - they are thine ! With the morning's roseate Spirit , Sweep their length of snowy line ; Or survey their bright dominions In the gorgeous colours drest 66 THE ENGLISH FOETS .
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... Thine are all the coral fountains Warbling in each sparry vault Of the untrodden lunar mountains ; Listen to their songs ! -or halt , To Niphates ' top invited , Whither spiteful Satan steered ; Or descend where the ark alighted , When ...
... Thine are all the coral fountains Warbling in each sparry vault Of the untrodden lunar mountains ; Listen to their songs ! -or halt , To Niphates ' top invited , Whither spiteful Satan steered ; Or descend where the ark alighted , When ...
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... Thine is the tranquil hour , purpureal Eve ! But long as god - like wish , or hope divine , Informs my spirit , ne'er can I believe That this magnificence is wholly thine ! -From worlds not quickened by the sun A portion of the gift is ...
... Thine is the tranquil hour , purpureal Eve ! But long as god - like wish , or hope divine , Informs my spirit , ne'er can I believe That this magnificence is wholly thine ! -From worlds not quickened by the sun A portion of the gift is ...
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The English Poets Selections with Critical Introductions by ..., 4 tomas Matthew Arnold Visos knygos peržiūra - 1881 |
The English Poets Selections with Critical Introductions by ..., 4 tomas Matthew Arnold Visos knygos peržiūra - 1881 |
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