The Cambridge Book of Poetry and SongT.Y. Crowell & Company, 1882 - 882 psl. |
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... sings unseen , And the leaves are waving green , Oh ! then ' t is sweet , In some retreat , To hear the murmuring ... sing the friends with whom , in the days of Spring , roamed through the greenwood together . ANNA C. BRACKETT . IN ...
... sings unseen , And the leaves are waving green , Oh ! then ' t is sweet , In some retreat , To hear the murmuring ... sing the friends with whom , in the days of Spring , roamed through the greenwood together . ANNA C. BRACKETT . IN ...
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... sing of her with falls Used in lovely madrigals . And if any painter drew her , He would paint her unaware With a halo round her hair . And a stranger , her when he sees In the street even - smileth stilly , Just as you would at a lily ...
... sing of her with falls Used in lovely madrigals . And if any painter drew her , He would paint her unaware With a halo round her hair . And a stranger , her when he sees In the street even - smileth stilly , Just as you would at a lily ...
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... sing , suffuse my face ; For what is left the poet here ? For Greeks a blushi - for Greece a tear . Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ? - Our fathers bled . Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of ...
... sing , suffuse my face ; For what is left the poet here ? For Greeks a blushi - for Greece a tear . Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ? - Our fathers bled . Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of ...
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... sing and die ; A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine- Dash down yon cup of Samian wine ! [ From the Prophecy of Dante . ] GENIUS . MANY are poets who have never penned Their inspiration , and perchance , the best ; They felt , and loved ...
... sing and die ; A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine- Dash down yon cup of Samian wine ! [ From the Prophecy of Dante . ] GENIUS . MANY are poets who have never penned Their inspiration , and perchance , the best ; They felt , and loved ...
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... sings , When glittering in the freshened fields The snowy mushroom springs . How glorious is thy girdle cast O'er ... Sing the glorious day's renown , When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown , And her arms ...
... sings , When glittering in the freshened fields The snowy mushroom springs . How glorious is thy girdle cast O'er ... Sing the glorious day's renown , When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown , And her arms ...
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