Golden Poems by British and American AuthorsFrancis Fisher Browne A.C. McClurg & Company, 1906 - 526 psl. |
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... SUMMER MORN SUMMER SEPTEMBER OCTOBER Henry Timrod William Cullen Bryant James Russell Lowell James Beattie John Townsend Trowbridge George Arnold William Morris James Thomson 62 • 62 63 65 66 67 68 69 INDIAN SUMMER Emily Dickinson 70 ...
... SUMMER MORN SUMMER SEPTEMBER OCTOBER Henry Timrod William Cullen Bryant James Russell Lowell James Beattie John Townsend Trowbridge George Arnold William Morris James Thomson 62 • 62 63 65 66 67 68 69 INDIAN SUMMER Emily Dickinson 70 ...
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... Summer Morn , A 66 343 BEATTY , PAKENHAM . 189 Recompense 190 BARBAULD , ANNA LETITIA . BARNARD , LADY ANNE . ( 1750-1825 . ) Auld Robin Gray BARR , MATTHIAS . ( 1831- Only a Baby Small NARD . ( 1785-1820 . ) BARRY , MICHAEL JOSEPH ...
... Summer Morn , A 66 343 BEATTY , PAKENHAM . 189 Recompense 190 BARBAULD , ANNA LETITIA . BARNARD , LADY ANNE . ( 1750-1825 . ) Auld Robin Gray BARR , MATTHIAS . ( 1831- Only a Baby Small NARD . ( 1785-1820 . ) BARRY , MICHAEL JOSEPH ...
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... Summer CONSTABLE , HENRY . Love - Letter , The ( 1560-1612 . ) Pain of Love 163 DOBELL , SYDNEY . ( 1824-1875 . ) COOKE , ROSE TERRY . Basking . ( A. 1827-1892 . ) Fishing Song DOBSON , AUSTIN . 457 ( 1840- COOLBRITH , INA . When the ...
... Summer CONSTABLE , HENRY . Love - Letter , The ( 1560-1612 . ) Pain of Love 163 DOBELL , SYDNEY . ( 1824-1875 . ) COOKE , ROSE TERRY . Basking . ( A. 1827-1892 . ) Fishing Song DOBSON , AUSTIN . 457 ( 1840- COOLBRITH , INA . When the ...
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... Summer • · 460 WINTER , WILLIAM . • • · 67 ( A. 1836- WAKEFIELD , NANCY PRIEST . Golden Silence , The 120 ( A. 1837-1870 . ) Heaven . Over the River . ( 1605-1687 . ) Girdle , A WOLCOT , JOHN . ( 1738-1819 . ) 413 To a Fish . 286 WALLER ...
... Summer • · 460 WINTER , WILLIAM . • • · 67 ( A. 1836- WAKEFIELD , NANCY PRIEST . Golden Silence , The 120 ( A. 1837-1870 . ) Heaven . Over the River . ( 1605-1687 . ) Girdle , A WOLCOT , JOHN . ( 1738-1819 . ) 413 To a Fish . 286 WALLER ...
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... summers go ; He need not laugh , for he ' ll find it so . Who can tell what a baby thinks ? Who can follow the gossamer links By which the manikin feels his way Out from the shore of the great unknown , Blind , and wailing , and alone ...
... summers go ; He need not laugh , for he ' ll find it so . Who can tell what a baby thinks ? Who can follow the gossamer links By which the manikin feels his way Out from the shore of the great unknown , Blind , and wailing , and alone ...
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ain countree auld auld lang syne beauty birds blossoms blow blue breast breath breeze bright brow clouds cuddle doon dark darling dead dear death deep delight dream earth eyes face fair float flowers glory golden grave gray green hair hame hand hath hear heard heart heaven hill JAMES THOMSON JOHN John Anderson kiss land light lips live look LORD LORD BYRON LORD TENNYSON morn mountain ne'er never night o'er ocean old Kentucky home old oaken bucket PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY rain RICHARD REALF ROBERT BURNS rose round sail shine shore silence sing sleep smile snow soft softly song sorrow soul spirit Spring stars stream summer sweet tears tell thee There's thine thought tree violet voice wake warm waves wild WILLIAM WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings woods
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80 psl. - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
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