The Household Book of PoetryCharles Anderson Dana D. Appleton, 1882 - 862 psl. |
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... Give a Rouse . 369 My Minde to Me a Kingdom is . 705 How they brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix .. 385 Byrom , John . Incident of the French Camp . 400 Born in Kersall , England , in 1691 ; died Sept. 28 , 1763 . Hervé Riel .. 409 ...
... Give a Rouse . 369 My Minde to Me a Kingdom is . 705 How they brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix .. 385 Byrom , John . Incident of the French Camp . 400 Born in Kersall , England , in 1691 ; died Sept. 28 , 1763 . Hervé Riel .. 409 ...
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... give . If , the quiet brooklet leaving , Up the stormy vale I wind , Haply half in fancy grieving For the shades I ... Gives to the breeze her scented wing , While virgin graces , warm with May , Fling roses o'er her dewy way . The ...
... give . If , the quiet brooklet leaving , Up the stormy vale I wind , Haply half in fancy grieving For the shades I ... Gives to the breeze her scented wing , While virgin graces , warm with May , Fling roses o'er her dewy way . The ...
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... give heed In the green bowers ? Thou hast no need of us , Or pipe or wire , That hast the golden bee Ripened with fire ; And many thousand more Songsters , that thee adore , Filling earth's grassy floor With new desire . Thou hast thy ...
... give heed In the green bowers ? Thou hast no need of us , Or pipe or wire , That hast the golden bee Ripened with fire ; And many thousand more Songsters , that thee adore , Filling earth's grassy floor With new desire . Thou hast thy ...
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... give my love good - morrow . To give my love good - morrow , Notes from them all I'll borrow . Wake from thy nest , robin redbreast , Sing , birds , in every furrow ; And from each hill let music shrill Give my fair love good - morrow ...
... give my love good - morrow . To give my love good - morrow , Notes from them all I'll borrow . Wake from thy nest , robin redbreast , Sing , birds , in every furrow ; And from each hill let music shrill Give my fair love good - morrow ...
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... give my love good - morrow , THE ANGLER . Sing , birds , in every furrow . THOMAS HEYWOOD . The Angler's Trysting - Tree . SING , Sweet thrushes , forth and sing ! Meet the morn upon the lea ; Are the emeralds of the spring On the ...
... give my love good - morrow , THE ANGLER . Sing , birds , in every furrow . THOMAS HEYWOOD . The Angler's Trysting - Tree . SING , Sweet thrushes , forth and sing ! Meet the morn upon the lea ; Are the emeralds of the spring On the ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON BARRY CORNWALL beauty bells beneath Binnorie bird blessed bonnie breast breath bright brow cloud dark dead dear death deep dost doth dream earth eyes fair fear flowers frae glory golden grace grave green hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven heir of Linne HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill king kiss lady land light lips live look Lord milldams moon morning ne'er never night o'er PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY praise ROBERT BURNS ROBERT HERRICK rose round shade shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars stream summer sweet tears tell thee thine things THOMAS HOOD thou art thought tree Twas unto voice waves weary weep wild WILLIAM MOTHERWELL WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings woods young Beichan youth
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