A Victorian Anthology, 1837-1895: Selections Illustrating the Editor's Critical Review of British Poetry in the Reign of Victoria, 1 tomasEdmund Clarence Stedman Houghton Mifflin, 1895 - 744 psl. |
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... dear delights of woman - kind , Who win their battles like their loves , In satin waistcoats and kid gloves , And have achiev'd the crowning work When they have truss'd and skewer'd a Turk . Another comes with stouter tread , And stalks ...
... dear delights of woman - kind , Who win their battles like their loves , In satin waistcoats and kid gloves , And have achiev'd the crowning work When they have truss'd and skewer'd a Turk . Another comes with stouter tread , And stalks ...
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... Dear alone Hangs on the upper verge , and waits in vain . A blessing wert thou , O oblivion , If thy stream carried only weeds away , But vernal and autumnal flowers alike It hurries down to wither on the strand . FOR AN EPITAPH AT ...
... Dear alone Hangs on the upper verge , and waits in vain . A blessing wert thou , O oblivion , If thy stream carried only weeds away , But vernal and autumnal flowers alike It hurries down to wither on the strand . FOR AN EPITAPH AT ...
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... dear ! Let it be a merry strain , Mother dear ! Shunning e'en the thought of pain : For our gentle child will weep , If the theme be dark and deep ; And we will not draw a single , single tear , Mother dear ! Childhood should be all ...
... dear ! Let it be a merry strain , Mother dear ! Shunning e'en the thought of pain : For our gentle child will weep , If the theme be dark and deep ; And we will not draw a single , single tear , Mother dear ! Childhood should be all ...
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... dear hope , that was more priz'd❘ than they . For him I languish'd in a foreign clime , Gray - hair'd with sorrow in my manhood's prime ; Heard on Lavernia Scargill's whispering trees , And pin'd by Arno for my lovelier Tees ; Bebeld ...
... dear hope , that was more priz'd❘ than they . For him I languish'd in a foreign clime , Gray - hair'd with sorrow in my manhood's prime ; Heard on Lavernia Scargill's whispering trees , And pin'd by Arno for my lovelier Tees ; Bebeld ...
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... dear ? Tell me how many thoughts there be In the atmosphere Of a new - fall'n year , Whose white and sable hours appear The latest flake of Eternity : So many times do I love thee , dear . How many times do I love again ? Tell me how ...
... dear ? Tell me how many thoughts there be In the atmosphere Of a new - fall'n year , Whose white and sable hours appear The latest flake of Eternity : So many times do I love thee , dear . How many times do I love again ? Tell me how ...
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A Victorian Anthology 1837-1895– Selections Illustrating the Editor's ... Edmund Clarence Stedman Visos knygos peržiūra - 1899 |
A Victorian Anthology, 1837-1895– Selections Illustrating the Editor's ... Edmund Clarence Stedman Visos knygos peržiūra - 1895 |
A Victorian Anthology, 1837-1895– Selections Illustrating the Editor's ... Edmund Clarence Stedman Visos knygos peržiūra - 1895 |
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art thou beauty beneath bird blow Bouillabaisse breast breath bright brow cheek cloud cold Danny Deever dark Dark Rosaleen dead dear death deep doth dream earth evermore eyes face fair fear feet flowers Glenkindie glory gold golden grave gray green hair hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hour Judas Iscariot king kiss Lamb of God land leaves light lips live look look'd Lord lov'd Love's moon morn neath never night o'er Omar Khayyám pale Palie Poems poet Pygmalion Rapparees rose round seem'd shadow shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul stars strong sweet tears thee Theocritus thine things thou art thought tree Trinity College turn'd vex'd voice Vrom waves weary weep wild wind wings word
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201 psl. - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. ' Forward the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns !
201 psl. - Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die, Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
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132 psl. - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life ; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
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