The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth CenturyJ. Sharpe, 1830 - 360 pages |
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... half divine , Spread its enchantments round me ! How can I e'er forget the hour When thou wert glowing on her breast , Fresh from the dewy hawthorn bower That look'd upon the golden west ! She snatch'd thee from thy sacred shrine , — A ...
... half divine , Spread its enchantments round me ! How can I e'er forget the hour When thou wert glowing on her breast , Fresh from the dewy hawthorn bower That look'd upon the golden west ! She snatch'd thee from thy sacred shrine , — A ...
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... half defy Human forbearance , she can make reply With a proud lip , and a contemptuous eye . There is a speaking sadness in her air , A tinge of languor o'er her features fair , Born of no common grief ; as though despair Had wrestled ...
... half defy Human forbearance , she can make reply With a proud lip , and a contemptuous eye . There is a speaking sadness in her air , A tinge of languor o'er her features fair , Born of no common grief ; as though despair Had wrestled ...
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... half so green As clothed the play ground tree ! All things I loved are alter'd so , Nor does it ease my heart to know That change resides in me ! Oh , for the garb that mark'd the boy- The trowsers made of corduroy , Well ink'd with ...
... half so green As clothed the play ground tree ! All things I loved are alter'd so , Nor does it ease my heart to know That change resides in me ! Oh , for the garb that mark'd the boy- The trowsers made of corduroy , Well ink'd with ...
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... half its charms , However bright , for me , If ' tis not shared with thee , my love , — If ' tis not shared with thee ! " TIS HOME WHERE'ER THE HEART IS . ' Tis home where'er the heart is ; Where'er it's loved ones dwell , In cities or ...
... half its charms , However bright , for me , If ' tis not shared with thee , my love , — If ' tis not shared with thee ! " TIS HOME WHERE'ER THE HEART IS . ' Tis home where'er the heart is ; Where'er it's loved ones dwell , In cities or ...
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... half veiled , the moon . But dark my Paradise will be : - Soul of my soul , I die for thee . : - THERE MAY BE PLEASURE IN THE SOUND . THERE may be pleasure in the sound Of trumpets in the battle wailing , And joy to hear the vessel ...
... half veiled , the moon . But dark my Paradise will be : - Soul of my soul , I die for thee . : - THERE MAY BE PLEASURE IN THE SOUND . THERE may be pleasure in the sound Of trumpets in the battle wailing , And joy to hear the vessel ...
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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