The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth CenturyJ. Sharpe, 1830 - 360 pages |
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... cold and careless looks , wilt often pass me by , Unconscious of my swelling heart , and of my wistful eye ; Though thou wilt wed some Highland love , nor waste one thought on me , — Here's a health , my Scottish lassie ! here's a ...
... cold and careless looks , wilt often pass me by , Unconscious of my swelling heart , and of my wistful eye ; Though thou wilt wed some Highland love , nor waste one thought on me , — Here's a health , my Scottish lassie ! here's a ...
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... To bring the sainted past before me ; And long - lost visions loved too well , In all their truth restore me . Cold is her hand who placed thee here , Thou 16 BETTER MOMENTS . The May-flowers of Life By Alaric A Watts •
... To bring the sainted past before me ; And long - lost visions loved too well , In all their truth restore me . Cold is her hand who placed thee here , Thou 16 BETTER MOMENTS . The May-flowers of Life By Alaric A Watts •
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Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth Century Lyre. Cold is her hand who placed thee here , Thou record sweet of Love and Spring , Ere life's May - flowers , like thee , grew sere , Or Hope had waved her parting wing : When Boyhood's burning ...
Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth Century Lyre. Cold is her hand who placed thee here , Thou record sweet of Love and Spring , Ere life's May - flowers , like thee , grew sere , Or Hope had waved her parting wing : When Boyhood's burning ...
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... cold reality I see . My gloomy bosom's joyless cell No ray of thine illumines more , Which once could guide my spirit well O'er every ill to soar . By all the intense love of thee That fires my soul and thrills my frame ! By tears thou ...
... cold reality I see . My gloomy bosom's joyless cell No ray of thine illumines more , Which once could guide my spirit well O'er every ill to soar . By all the intense love of thee That fires my soul and thrills my frame ! By tears thou ...
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... cold and loveless as she seem'd ; Because to fools she never would reveal Wounds they would probe - without the power to heal . No , -whatsoe'er the visions that disturb The fountain of her thoughts , she knows to curb Each outward sign ...
... cold and loveless as she seem'd ; Because to fools she never would reveal Wounds they would probe - without the power to heal . No , -whatsoe'er the visions that disturb The fountain of her thoughts , she knows to curb Each outward sign ...
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ALARIC art thou beauty beneath billows bird blue bosom bower breast breath bright brow calm cheek cloud cold dark dead death deep doth dream e'en earth fair fame fancy crown feel fled flowers gaze gentle gleam glory glow gone grave green grief hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hope hour JOHN MOULTRIE leaves life's light lips lonely look look'd LORD BYRON lute LYRE mirth moon morning mountain murmur N. P. WILLIS ne'er NELL GWYN never night o'er pale pass'd rest rose round Sappho Scottish lassie seem'd shade shine shore sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars storm stream summer sweet tears tempest thine thou art thou hast thou wert thought tree Twas Valentine's day voice waking eye wave weep wild wind wings young youth