Golden Poems by British and American AuthorsFrancis Fisher Browne A.C. McClurg & Company, 1906 - 526 psl. |
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... stream , and sea . The same fond mother bent at night O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight Where are those dreamers now ? One ' mid the forests of the West , By a dark stream is laid ; The Indian knows his ...
... stream , and sea . The same fond mother bent at night O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight Where are those dreamers now ? One ' mid the forests of the West , By a dark stream is laid ; The Indian knows his ...
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... stream , at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace , And I their toys to the great children leave : Of ... streams ; Closer of lovely eyes to lovely dreams ; Lover of loneliness and wandering , Of upcast eye and tender ...
... stream , at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace , And I their toys to the great children leave : Of ... streams ; Closer of lovely eyes to lovely dreams ; Lover of loneliness and wandering , Of upcast eye and tender ...
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... streams are flowing , That the river is bluer than the sky , That the robin is plastering his house hard by ; And if the breeze kept the good news back , For other couriers we should not lack ; We could guess it all by yon heifer's ...
... streams are flowing , That the river is bluer than the sky , That the robin is plastering his house hard by ; And if the breeze kept the good news back , For other couriers we should not lack ; We could guess it all by yon heifer's ...
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... stream , Where busy spiders spin their filmy laces . At eve , cool shadows fall Across the garden wall , And on the clustered grapes to purple turning ; And pearly vapors lie Along the eastern sky , Where the broad harvest - moon is ...
... stream , Where busy spiders spin their filmy laces . At eve , cool shadows fall Across the garden wall , And on the clustered grapes to purple turning ; And pearly vapors lie Along the eastern sky , Where the broad harvest - moon is ...
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... streams they bend , The love - sick violet and the primrose pale Bow their sweet heads and whisper to the gale ; With secret sighs the virgin lily droops , And jealous cowslips hang their tawny cups . How the young rose , in beauty's ...
... streams they bend , The love - sick violet and the primrose pale Bow their sweet heads and whisper to the gale ; With secret sighs the virgin lily droops , And jealous cowslips hang their tawny cups . How the young rose , in beauty's ...
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