The Works and Life of Walter Savage Landor: Miscellaneous poems: Collection of 1846. Last fruit off an old tree. Dry sticks. Additional poems. Criticisms: Idyls of Theocritus. Poems of Catullus. Francesco PetrarcaChapman and Hall, 1876 - 4 psl. |
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... SLEEP A RAILROAD ECLOGUE ON THE APPROACH OF A SISTER'S DEATH ON THE DEATH OF M. D'OSSOLI AND HIS WIFE MARGARET FULLER TO THE WORM • · • ON SWIFT JOINING AVON NEAR RUGBY 204 205 206 207 207 208 208 • 211 211 213 213 214 216 216 217 • 218 ...
... SLEEP A RAILROAD ECLOGUE ON THE APPROACH OF A SISTER'S DEATH ON THE DEATH OF M. D'OSSOLI AND HIS WIFE MARGARET FULLER TO THE WORM • · • ON SWIFT JOINING AVON NEAR RUGBY 204 205 206 207 207 208 208 • 211 211 213 213 214 216 216 217 • 218 ...
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... SLEEPING FAST FALL THE LEAVES FLATTERED ON MY YOUTH PERTNESS REPROVED 268 268 1794 268 269 • 269 • 269 269 270 · 270 · 270 • 270 270 271 271 271 · 271 272 • 272 · 272 DIFFERENT GRACES 272 WE DRIVE THE HOOP ASHES . THE GRATEFUL HEART ...
... SLEEPING FAST FALL THE LEAVES FLATTERED ON MY YOUTH PERTNESS REPROVED 268 268 1794 268 269 • 269 • 269 269 270 · 270 · 270 • 270 270 271 271 271 · 271 272 • 272 · 272 DIFFERENT GRACES 272 WE DRIVE THE HOOP ASHES . THE GRATEFUL HEART ...
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... SLEEP THE POETS OF SCOTLAND TO MEMORY TO THE EMPEROR OF THE FRENCH TO SIR SAMUEL MEYRICK TO GENERAL CLARGES THE CONTRITE PRIEST . ABERTAWY . PRAYER OF WALTER MAPES TO THE POPE CROMWELL ON THE POISONING OF SPARROWS TO A GERMAN WRITTEN IN ...
... SLEEP THE POETS OF SCOTLAND TO MEMORY TO THE EMPEROR OF THE FRENCH TO SIR SAMUEL MEYRICK TO GENERAL CLARGES THE CONTRITE PRIEST . ABERTAWY . PRAYER OF WALTER MAPES TO THE POPE CROMWELL ON THE POISONING OF SPARROWS TO A GERMAN WRITTEN IN ...
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... sleep hung over me , and said Avon that never thirsts , nor toils along , Awaiting me upon a shore . Away my verse ; and never fear . I 20 176 328 57 272 • 13 • 325 • 186 • 104 • 200 • 7 338 23 · 157 188 16 • 190 • 117 334 230 226 344 6 ...
... sleep hung over me , and said Avon that never thirsts , nor toils along , Awaiting me upon a shore . Away my verse ; and never fear . I 20 176 328 57 272 • 13 • 325 • 186 • 104 • 200 • 7 338 23 · 157 188 16 • 190 • 117 334 230 226 344 6 ...
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... Sleep ! but mind ye ! if you come without Comfort thee , O thou mourner , yet awhile Conceal not Time's misdeeds , but on my brow Conon was he whose piercing eyes Constancy has one bright day , Could but the dream of night return by day ...
... Sleep ! but mind ye ! if you come without Comfort thee , O thou mourner , yet awhile Conceal not Time's misdeeds , but on my brow Conon was he whose piercing eyes Constancy has one bright day , Could but the dream of night return by day ...
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Altho Amid art thou Avignon beauty bend beneath birds blest Boccaccio bosom brave breast breath bright brow call'd CARMEN Catullus Cicero cried crown dare death earth Eclogues eyes fate father fear flowers fond gentle girl glory graceful grave grief Gunlaug hair hand hast thou hath head hear heard heart heaven hexameters hope hour Ianthe Ianthe's IDYL Italy JULIUS HARE leave Leigh Hunt Lesbia light live look lookt maid maiden Milton morn Muse Nereids never o'er once Ovid Petrarca Pindar poem poet poetry praise priest Propertius proud pure Rafen rais'd rest rise Rome rose round shade shine sigh sing sleep smile song soon soul spring sweet tears tell tender thee Theocritus thine thou art thou hast thought thro Tibullus trochee twas Vaucluse verses Virgil voice wing wish words youth
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