The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth CenturyJ. Sharpe, 1830 - 360 pages |
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... Lost Pleiad . By Mrs. Hemans By Alaric A. Watts · • A Farewell to England . By J. Ritchie The Indian Hunter . By H. W. Longfellow An Indian at the Burying - place of his Fathers . By Page 92 94 97 98 99 101 104 106 107 109 • 111 113 114 ...
... Lost Pleiad . By Mrs. Hemans By Alaric A. Watts · • A Farewell to England . By J. Ritchie The Indian Hunter . By H. W. Longfellow An Indian at the Burying - place of his Fathers . By Page 92 94 97 98 99 101 104 106 107 109 • 111 113 114 ...
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... 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 ...
... 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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... 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 phantom of a ...
... 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 phantom of a ...
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... lost its rich romantic hues , When human bosoms seem'd the homes of truth , And earth still gleam'd with beauty's radiant dews . Her summer prime waned not to days that freeze , Her wine of life was not run to the lees : Weep not for ...
... lost its rich romantic hues , When human bosoms seem'd the homes of truth , And earth still gleam'd with beauty's radiant dews . Her summer prime waned not to days that freeze , Her wine of life was not run to the lees : Weep not for ...
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... 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 •
... 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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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