Living English Poets: MDCCCLXXXII.Kegan Paul, Trench, & Company, 1883 - 325 psl. |
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... Death's snare , while now his fingers twitch . The tasselled reed as ' twere his net . But his thin lips no longer fill The woods with song ; his flute is still . Those lips still quaver to the flute , But fast the life - tide ebbs away ...
... Death's snare , while now his fingers twitch . The tasselled reed as ' twere his net . But his thin lips no longer fill The woods with song ; his flute is still . Those lips still quaver to the flute , But fast the life - tide ebbs away ...
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... death Man's spell is passing to his slaves : The snake feeds on the charmer's breath , The vulture screams , the parrot raves , The lone hyena laughs and howls , The tiger from the jungle growls . Then mounts the eagle - flame - flecked ...
... death Man's spell is passing to his slaves : The snake feeds on the charmer's breath , The vulture screams , the parrot raves , The lone hyena laughs and howls , The tiger from the jungle growls . Then mounts the eagle - flame - flecked ...
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... death - drops down that cheek Fall faster ; for the serpent's eyes Grow human , and the charmer's seek . A gaze like man's directs the dart Which now is buried at his heart . The monarch of the world is cold : The charm he bore has ...
... death - drops down that cheek Fall faster ; for the serpent's eyes Grow human , and the charmer's seek . A gaze like man's directs the dart Which now is buried at his heart . The monarch of the world is cold : The charm he bore has ...
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... Death , walking all alone beneath a yew , And talking to himself , first met his sight : ' You must begone , ' said Death , ' these walks are mine . ' Love wept and spread his sheeny vans for flight ; Yet ere he parted said , ' This ...
... Death , walking all alone beneath a yew , And talking to himself , first met his sight : ' You must begone , ' said Death , ' these walks are mine . ' Love wept and spread his sheeny vans for flight ; Yet ere he parted said , ' This ...
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... but hated - came Like Death betwixt thy dear embrace and mine , And crying , ' Who is this ? behold thy bride , ' She push'd me from thee . If the sense is hard To alien ears , I did not speak to these- 50 LIVING ENGLISH POETS.
... but hated - came Like Death betwixt thy dear embrace and mine , And crying , ' Who is this ? behold thy bride , ' She push'd me from thee . If the sense is hard To alien ears , I did not speak to these- 50 LIVING ENGLISH POETS.
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