The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth CenturyJ. Sharpe, 1830 - 360 pages |
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... moon's earliest glance , That brings unto the homesick mind All we have loved and left behind . Night is the time for care ; Brooding on hours misspent , To see the spectre of despair Come to our lonely tent ; Like Brutus midst his ...
... moon's earliest glance , That brings unto the homesick mind All we have loved and left behind . Night is the time for care ; Brooding on hours misspent , To see the spectre of despair Come to our lonely tent ; Like Brutus midst his ...
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... moon who gazeth down , Bathing earth's emerald wheels in glory bright ; When e'en the night wind and the restless sea Wander in silence , by the hour spell - bound ; When e'en the rustling of the shadowy tree Is hush'd — the welkin ...
... moon who gazeth down , Bathing earth's emerald wheels in glory bright ; When e'en the night wind and the restless sea Wander in silence , by the hour spell - bound ; When e'en the rustling of the shadowy tree Is hush'd — the welkin ...
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... moon , As it crosses the wave . Bounding from billow To billow , the boat Like a wild swan is seen , On the waters to float ; And the light dipping oars Bear it smoothly along In time to the air Of the Gondolier's song . And high on the ...
... moon , As it crosses the wave . Bounding from billow To billow , the boat Like a wild swan is seen , On the waters to float ; And the light dipping oars Bear it smoothly along In time to the air Of the Gondolier's song . And high on the ...
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... ! And it rose like a flood , - And for this I scream'd as I glided by ! ' ' Owl ! that lovest the midnight sky ! Again , again , Where are the twain ? Look ! while the moon is hurrying by ! — 38 A RETROSPECTIVE REVIEW . To the Owl •
... ! And it rose like a flood , - And for this I scream'd as I glided by ! ' ' Owl ! that lovest the midnight sky ! Again , again , Where are the twain ? Look ! while the moon is hurrying by ! — 38 A RETROSPECTIVE REVIEW . To the Owl •
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Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth Century Lyre. Look ! while the moon is hurrying by ! — " In the thicket's shade The one is laid ; - You may see , through the boughs , his moveless eye ! " Owl ! that lovest the darken'd sky ! A step beyond ...
Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth Century Lyre. Look ! while the moon is hurrying by ! — " In the thicket's shade The one is laid ; - You may see , through the boughs , his moveless eye ! " Owl ! that lovest the darken'd sky ! A step beyond ...
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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