The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth CenturyJ. Sharpe, 1830 - 360 pages |
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... hath wrong of me , Him , fourfold recompense shall see . I loved the glittering javelin not— I did not love war's bloody suit ; I left the field where nations fought , To listen to the lute ; I pass'd the prancing war - horse by , To ...
... hath wrong of me , Him , fourfold recompense shall see . I loved the glittering javelin not— I did not love war's bloody suit ; I left the field where nations fought , To listen to the lute ; I pass'd the prancing war - horse by , To ...
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... hath lost His golden shrine and holocaust . For had I made the rivers dance With waves of blood from prostrate foes ; And couch'd a warrior's murdering lance , And broke my land's repose ; Then had my glory walk'd abroad And I had been ...
... hath lost His golden shrine and holocaust . For had I made the rivers dance With waves of blood from prostrate foes ; And couch'd a warrior's murdering lance , And broke my land's repose ; Then had my glory walk'd abroad And I had been ...
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... The book of nature , and the print Of beauty on the whispering sea , Give aye to me some lineament Of what I have been taught to be . My heart is harder , and perhaps My manliness hath 14 WEEP NOT FOR HER . Better Moments By N P Willis.
... The book of nature , and the print Of beauty on the whispering sea , Give aye to me some lineament Of what I have been taught to be . My heart is harder , and perhaps My manliness hath 14 WEEP NOT FOR HER . Better Moments By N P Willis.
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... hath drunk up tears , And there's a mildew in the lapse Of a few miserable years ; But nature's book is even yet With all my mother's lessons writ . I have been out at eventide Beneath a moonlight sky of spring , When earth was garnish ...
... hath drunk up tears , And there's a mildew in the lapse Of a few miserable years ; But nature's book is even yet With all my mother's lessons writ . I have been out at eventide Beneath a moonlight sky of spring , When earth was garnish ...
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... Hath stricken me , and I have press'd On the wet grass my fever'd brow , And pouring forth the earliest First prayer , with which I learn'd to bow , Have felt my mother's spirit rush Upon me as in by - past years , And yielding to the ...
... Hath stricken me , and I have press'd On the wet grass my fever'd brow , And pouring forth the earliest First prayer , with which I learn'd to bow , Have felt my mother's spirit rush Upon me as in by - past years , And yielding to the ...
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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