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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... thou go and help Echion at the hill , to bark yon oak And lop its branches off , before we delve About the trunk and ply the root with axe : This we may do in winter . " Rhaicos went ; For thence he could see farther , and see more Of ...
... thou go and help Echion at the hill , to bark yon oak And lop its branches off , before we delve About the trunk and ply the root with axe : This we may do in winter . " Rhaicos went ; For thence he could see farther , and see more Of ...
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... thou art beautiful ) disturb the source Whence springs all beauty ? Hast thou never heard Of Hamadryads ? Phaicos . Heard of them I have : Tell me some tale about them . May I sit Beside thy feet ? Art thou not tired ? The herbs Are ...
... thou art beautiful ) disturb the source Whence springs all beauty ? Hast thou never heard Of Hamadryads ? Phaicos . Heard of them I have : Tell me some tale about them . May I sit Beside thy feet ? Art thou not tired ? The herbs Are ...
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... Thou hast not many moons to wait until The bees have done their best ; if then there come Nor wax nor honey , let the tree be hewn . " " Zeus hath bestow'd on thee a prudent❘ mind , " Said the glad sire : " but look thou often there ...
... Thou hast not many moons to wait until The bees have done their best ; if then there come Nor wax nor honey , let the tree be hewn . " " Zeus hath bestow'd on thee a prudent❘ mind , " Said the glad sire : " but look thou often there ...
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... thou at length hast made me sage , If I am sage in aught . Little I know from other men , Too little they from me , But thou hast pointed well the pen That writes these lines to thee . Thanks for expelling Fear and Hope , One vile , the ...
... thou at length hast made me sage , If I am sage in aught . Little I know from other men , Too little they from me , But thou hast pointed well the pen That writes these lines to thee . Thanks for expelling Fear and Hope , One vile , the ...
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... thou cure thine heart Of love and all its smart , Then die , dear , die ; ' Tis deeper , sweeter , Than on a rose bank to lie dreaming With folded eye ; And then alone , amid the beaming Of love's stars , thou ' lt meet her In eastern ...
... thou cure thine heart Of love and all its smart , Then die , dear , die ; ' Tis deeper , sweeter , Than on a rose bank to lie dreaming With folded eye ; And then alone , amid the beaming Of love's stars , thou ' lt meet her In eastern ...
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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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