Essays and PoemsCharles C. Little and James Brown, 1839 - 175 psl. |
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... o'er my sunny brow ! Thou blushest from the painter's page , Robed in the mimic tints of art ; But Nature's hand in youth's green age With fairer hues first traced thee on my heart . The morning's blush , she made it thine , The morn's ...
... o'er my sunny brow ! Thou blushest from the painter's page , Robed in the mimic tints of art ; But Nature's hand in youth's green age With fairer hues first traced thee on my heart . The morning's blush , she made it thine , The morn's ...
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... o'er her grave thy tribute incense shed . There shalt thou live and wake the glee That echoed on thy native hill ; And when , loved flower ! I think of thee , My infant feet will seem to seek thee still . 8 TO THE FOSSIL FLOWER . DARK ...
... o'er her grave thy tribute incense shed . There shalt thou live and wake the glee That echoed on thy native hill ; And when , loved flower ! I think of thee , My infant feet will seem to seek thee still . 8 TO THE FOSSIL FLOWER . DARK ...
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... o'er the meadows , hung on mountain crags , And nodded in the breeze on every hill . Thou may'st have bloomed unseen , save by the stars That sang together o'er thy rosy birth , And came at eve to watch thy folded rest . None may have ...
... o'er the meadows , hung on mountain crags , And nodded in the breeze on every hill . Thou may'st have bloomed unseen , save by the stars That sang together o'er thy rosy birth , And came at eve to watch thy folded rest . None may have ...
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... o'er sons of sons his branches throw , And to the latest born his shadows lend ; Nor know in thee disease nor length of days , But lift his head forever in thy praise . 7 THE GARDEN . I SAW the spot where our first POEMS . 131 The ...
... o'er sons of sons his branches throw , And to the latest born his shadows lend ; Nor know in thee disease nor length of days , But lift his head forever in thy praise . 7 THE GARDEN . I SAW the spot where our first POEMS . 131 The ...
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... o'er mountains ' frozen head , Where mile on mile still stretches on the plain , Then homeward whither first my feet she led , I traced her path along the snow again , But there the sun had melted from the earth The prints where first ...
... o'er mountains ' frozen head , Where mile on mile still stretches on the plain , Then homeward whither first my feet she led , I traced her path along the snow again , But there the sun had melted from the earth The prints where first ...
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