The Poets of the Nineteenth Century, 1808 tomasRobert Aris Willmott George Routledge & Company, 1857 - 398 psl. |
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... THE ALHAMBRA 294 TO THE EVENING STAR FLORA 296 TO AN INDIAN GOLD COIN JOHN MOULTRIE . BERNARD BARTON . THE THREE SONS 297 TO THE EVENING PRIMROSE . FORGET THEE ? " 300 xii Page THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY . BRYAN WALLER PROCTER .
... THE ALHAMBRA 294 TO THE EVENING STAR FLORA 296 TO AN INDIAN GOLD COIN JOHN MOULTRIE . BERNARD BARTON . THE THREE SONS 297 TO THE EVENING PRIMROSE . FORGET THEE ? " 300 xii Page THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY . BRYAN WALLER PROCTER .
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... Contemplation soar on seraph wings . O Solitude ! the man who thee foregoes , When lucre lures him , or ambition stings , Shall never know the source whence real grandeur springs . " RETIREMENT . WHEN in the crimson cloud of even ,
... Contemplation soar on seraph wings . O Solitude ! the man who thee foregoes , When lucre lures him , or ambition stings , Shall never know the source whence real grandeur springs . " RETIREMENT . WHEN in the crimson cloud of even ,
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... thee , matchless Fair ? Thy heavenly smile how win ? Thy smile that smooths the brow of Care , And stills the storm within ? O , wilt thou to thy favourite grove Thine ardent votary bring , And bless his hours , and bid them move Serene ...
... thee , matchless Fair ? Thy heavenly smile how win ? Thy smile that smooths the brow of Care , And stills the storm within ? O , wilt thou to thy favourite grove Thine ardent votary bring , And bless his hours , and bid them move Serene ...
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... thee the woodland pours Its wildly warbling song , And balmy , from the bank of flowers , The zephyr breathes along ; Let no rude sound invade from far , No vagrant foot be nigh , No ray from Grandeur's gilded car Flash on the startled ...
... thee the woodland pours Its wildly warbling song , And balmy , from the bank of flowers , The zephyr breathes along ; Let no rude sound invade from far , No vagrant foot be nigh , No ray from Grandeur's gilded car Flash on the startled ...
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... thee . It seems idolatry with some excuse , When our forefather Druids in their oaks Imagin'd sanctity . The conscience , yet Unpurified by an authentic act Of amnesty , the meed of blood divine , Lov'd not the light , but , gloomy ...
... thee . It seems idolatry with some excuse , When our forefather Druids in their oaks Imagin'd sanctity . The conscience , yet Unpurified by an authentic act Of amnesty , the meed of blood divine , Lov'd not the light , but , gloomy ...
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ANN RADCLIFFE ARTEVELDE BEACHY HEAD beam beauty beneath bird bloom BOSCH breast breath breeze bright brow CHARLOTTE SMITH cheek cloud dark dead dear deep delight Ditto dread dream earth fair fear FELICIA HEMANS flowers gaze gentle gleam glory grave green grey hand hast hath heard heart heaven hill hope hour James Godwin JOANNA BAILLIE Kilmeny LEWESDON HILL light lonely look lov'd MARY HOWITT MARY RUSSELL MITFORD MARY TIGHE morning mother murmur night o'er pride PRISONER OF CHILLON Queen RICHARD BURNELL rocks rose round SACK OF BALTIMORE scene seem'd shade shadow shines shore sigh silent sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stood storm stream summer sweet tears thee thine thought trees trembling Twas vale voice wave weep wild wind wings youth
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