The Household Book of PoetryCharles Anderson Dana D. Appleton, 1882 - 862 psl. |
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... rest ; but give me this , And the bird that nestles in it ; I love it , for it loves the Broom- The green and yellow linnet . Well , call the rose the queen of flowers , And boast of that of Sharon , Of lilies like to marble cups , And ...
... rest ; but give me this , And the bird that nestles in it ; I love it , for it loves the Broom- The green and yellow linnet . Well , call the rose the queen of flowers , And boast of that of Sharon , Of lilies like to marble cups , And ...
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... rest , And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend , Soon , o'er thy sheltered nest . Thou'rt gone , the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet , on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given , And shall not soon ...
... rest , And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend , Soon , o'er thy sheltered nest . Thou'rt gone , the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet , on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given , And shall not soon ...
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... rest . Our sacred hearths shall burn eternally As vestal flames ; the north wind , he Shall strike his frost - stretched wings , dissolve and fly This Etna in epitome . Dropping December shall come weeping in , Bewail th ' usurping of ...
... rest . Our sacred hearths shall burn eternally As vestal flames ; the north wind , he Shall strike his frost - stretched wings , dissolve and fly This Etna in epitome . Dropping December shall come weeping in , Bewail th ' usurping of ...
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... rest . Translation of ABRAHAM COWLEY . The Fly . ANACREON . ( Greek . ) OCCASIONED BY A FLY DRINKING OUT OF THE AUTHOR'S CUP . Busy , curious , thirsty fly , Drink with me , and drink as I ! Freely welcome to my cup , Couldst thou sip ...
... rest . Translation of ABRAHAM COWLEY . The Fly . ANACREON . ( Greek . ) OCCASIONED BY A FLY DRINKING OUT OF THE AUTHOR'S CUP . Busy , curious , thirsty fly , Drink with me , and drink as I ! Freely welcome to my cup , Couldst thou sip ...
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... rest , But sings the lament that he framed of old : " O Princess bright ! how long the night Since thou art sunk in the waters clear ! How sadly they flow from the depth below ! How long must I sing and thou wilt not hear ? " The waters ...
... rest , But sings the lament that he framed of old : " O Princess bright ! how long the night Since thou art sunk in the waters clear ! How sadly they flow from the depth below ! How long must I sing and thou wilt not hear ? " The waters ...
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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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