The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth CenturyJ. Sharpe, 1830 - 360 pages |
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... fair , Lost ' mid a gleam of golden hair ? Oh ! can that light and airy breath Steal from a being doom'd to death ; Those features to the grave be sent In sleep thus mutely eloquent ; Or , art thou , what thy form would seem , The ...
... fair , Lost ' mid a gleam of golden hair ? Oh ! can that light and airy breath Steal from a being doom'd to death ; Those features to the grave be sent In sleep thus mutely eloquent ; Or , art thou , what thy form would seem , The ...
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... fair the earth beneath , to him who gives A lingering look , and knows it is his last ! - Then onward urged his courser . - Hark ! a voice , A wild shriek rings upon the air : he turn'd , And his glance fell on her , his own dear love ...
... fair the earth beneath , to him who gives A lingering look , and knows it is his last ! - Then onward urged his courser . - Hark ! a voice , A wild shriek rings upon the air : he turn'd , And his glance fell on her , his own dear love ...
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... fair ; And when I would unveil thy glass , Thou show'st me but despair ! And now whene'er I seek the bowers Where fancy led my steps to thee , Before my eyes a desert lours , The cold reality I see . My gloomy bosom's joyless cell No ...
... fair ; And when I would unveil thy glass , Thou show'st me but despair ! And now whene'er I seek the bowers Where fancy led my steps to thee , Before my eyes a desert lours , The cold reality I see . My gloomy bosom's joyless cell No ...
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... paragon ; To whom the better elements and kindly stars have given A form so fair , that , like the air , ' tis less of earth than heaven . Her every tone is music's own , like those of A STRAIN OF MUSIC , âš« 23 A Health By E C Pinkney.
... paragon ; To whom the better elements and kindly stars have given A form so fair , that , like the air , ' tis less of earth than heaven . Her every tone is music's own , like those of A STRAIN OF MUSIC , âš« 23 A Health By E C Pinkney.
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... fair , Born of no common grief ; as though despair Had wrestled with her spirit - been o'erthrown , — And these the trophies of the strife alone . A resignation of the will , a calm Derived from 32 A SKETCH FROM REAL LIFE .
... fair , Born of no common grief ; as though despair Had wrestled with her spirit - been o'erthrown , — And these the trophies of the strife alone . A resignation of the will , a calm Derived from 32 A SKETCH FROM REAL LIFE .
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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