The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth CenturyJ. Sharpe, 1830 - 360 pages |
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... rest , sank into insignificance before his longer and more elaborate poem . From this epoch until the publication of the poetical romances of Sir Walter Scott , there was a complete interregnum in the Parnassian Dynasty : the " Lay of ...
... rest , sank into insignificance before his longer and more elaborate poem . From this epoch until the publication of the poetical romances of Sir Walter Scott , there was a complete interregnum in the Parnassian Dynasty : the " Lay of ...
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... rest ; How sweet , when labours close , To gather round an aching breast The curtain of repose ; Stretch the tired limbs and lay the head Upon our own delightful bed ! Night is the time for dreams , The gay romance of life ; When truth ...
... rest ; How sweet , when labours close , To gather round an aching breast The curtain of repose ; Stretch the tired limbs and lay the head Upon our own delightful bed ! Night is the time for dreams , The gay romance of life ; When truth ...
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... rest - the wind's dread flag is furl'd ; As if , so still the aery minstrelsy , It were the day - sounds of another world . So once the holy bird sang all night long , Till broke the day - star's beam on Bethlehem ; His red uprising ...
... rest - the wind's dread flag is furl'd ; As if , so still the aery minstrelsy , It were the day - sounds of another world . So once the holy bird sang all night long , Till broke the day - star's beam on Bethlehem ; His red uprising ...
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... rest at last , And all the grief is mine . I think upon thy gain , Whate'er to me it cost , And fancy dwells , with less of pain , On all that I have lost ; Hope - like the cuckoo's endless tale , -Alas ! it wears her wing ! — And love ...
... rest at last , And all the grief is mine . I think upon thy gain , Whate'er to me it cost , And fancy dwells , with less of pain , On all that I have lost ; Hope - like the cuckoo's endless tale , -Alas ! it wears her wing ! — And love ...
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... rest ; Which fold their colours of the sky When earthward they alight , And flash their splendors on the eye , Only to take their flight ; — I never knew how dear thou wert , Till thou wert borne away ! I have it , yet , about my heart ...
... rest ; Which fold their colours of the sky When earthward they alight , And flash their splendors on the eye , Only to take their flight ; — I never knew how dear thou wert , Till thou wert borne away ! I have it , yet , about my heart ...
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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