The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth CenturyJ. Sharpe, 1830 - 360 pages |
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... been array'd in pleasure's dress ; Because I courted music's lay And beauty's dear caress ; Because I women loved , and wine , Am thence to be denied a shrine . TO A SLEEPING CHILD . BY PROFESSOR WILSON . ART 4 SARDANAPALUS .
... been array'd in pleasure's dress ; Because I courted music's lay And beauty's dear caress ; Because I women loved , and wine , Am thence to be denied a shrine . TO A SLEEPING CHILD . BY PROFESSOR WILSON . ART 4 SARDANAPALUS .
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... dear the forms by fancy wove , We love them with a transient love , Thoughts from the living world intrude Even on her deepest solitude : But , lovely child ! thy magic stole At once into my inmost soul , With feelings as thy beauty ...
... dear the forms by fancy wove , We love them with a transient love , Thoughts from the living world intrude Even on her deepest solitude : But , lovely child ! thy magic stole At once into my inmost soul , With feelings as thy beauty ...
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... warrior- " What is dear to Rome , But patriot valour ? Ye infernal Gods , Who now look wrathful from your deep abodes , Behold your ready sacrifice ! " He comes , Arm'd as for battle , save no plumed helm His 18 Curtius By Miss Landon.
... warrior- " What is dear to Rome , But patriot valour ? Ye infernal Gods , Who now look wrathful from your deep abodes , Behold your ready sacrifice ! " He comes , Arm'd as for battle , save no plumed helm His 18 Curtius By Miss Landon.
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... dear love . She rush'd upon his bosom silently , As if her life were in that last embrace . All was so still around , that every sob , And the heart's throb of agony , were heard . He clasp'd her , without power to soothe her grief ...
... dear love . She rush'd upon his bosom silently , As if her life were in that last embrace . All was so still around , that every sob , And the heart's throb of agony , were heard . He clasp'd her , without power to soothe her grief ...
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... dear and gentle voice , that now is changed , or gone , Hath left within my bosom deep the thrilling of its tone , I find that murmur in your notes - they touch the chords of thought , And a sudden flow of tenderness across my soul is ...
... dear and gentle voice , that now is changed , or gone , Hath left within my bosom deep the thrilling of its tone , I find that murmur in your notes - they touch the chords of thought , And a sudden flow of tenderness across my soul is ...
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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