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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... live freely , and all die ( Whene'er their Genius bids their souls depart ) Among their kindred in their native place . I never pluck the rose ; the violet's head Hath shaken with my breath upon its bank And not reproach'd me ; the ever ...
... live freely , and all die ( Whene'er their Genius bids their souls depart ) Among their kindred in their native place . I never pluck the rose ; the violet's head Hath shaken with my breath upon its bank And not reproach'd me ; the ever ...
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... live , or die ? Who knows that secret deep ? Alas , not I ! Why doth the violet spring Unseen by human eye ? Why do the radiant seasons bring Sweet thoughts that quickly fly ? Why do our fond hearts cling To things that die ? - We toil ...
... live , or die ? Who knows that secret deep ? Alas , not I ! Why doth the violet spring Unseen by human eye ? Why do the radiant seasons bring Sweet thoughts that quickly fly ? Why do our fond hearts cling To things that die ? - We toil ...
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... live so long . He was a man of that unsleeping spirit , He seem'd to live by miracle : his food Was glory , which was poison to his mind And peril to his body . He was one Of many thousand such that die betimes , Whose story is a ...
... live so long . He was a man of that unsleeping spirit , He seem'd to live by miracle : his food Was glory , which was poison to his mind And peril to his body . He was one Of many thousand such that die betimes , Whose story is a ...
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... live . SONG Quoth tongue of neither maid nor wife To heart of neither wife nor maid , Lead we not here a jolly life Betwixt the shine and shade ? Quoth heart of neither maid nor wife To tongue of neither wife nor maid , Thou wag'st ...
... live . SONG Quoth tongue of neither maid nor wife To heart of neither wife nor maid , Lead we not here a jolly life Betwixt the shine and shade ? Quoth heart of neither maid nor wife To tongue of neither wife nor maid , Thou wag'st ...
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... live to be a hun- dred , Sure it's the proudest day that I'll have seen ! - And now , I've ended , what I pretended , This narration splendid in swate poe - thry , Ye dear bewitcher , just hand the pitcher , Faith , it's myself that's ...
... live to be a hun- dred , Sure it's the proudest day that I'll have seen ! - And now , I've ended , what I pretended , This narration splendid in swate poe - thry , Ye dear bewitcher , just hand the pitcher , Faith , it's myself that's ...
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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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