The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth CenturyJ. Sharpe, 1830 - 360 pages |
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... rose . Affections are as thoughts to her , the measure of her hours ; Her feelings have the fragrance and the freshness of young flowers ; And lonely passions changing oft , so fill her , she appears The image of themselves by turns ...
... rose . Affections are as thoughts to her , the measure of her hours ; Her feelings have the fragrance and the freshness of young flowers ; And lonely passions changing oft , so fill her , she appears The image of themselves by turns ...
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... Rose from the stream That dabbled my feet , as I glided by ! " Owl ! that lovest the stormy sky ! Speak , oh ! speak ! — What crimson'd thy beak , And hung on the lids of thy staring eye ? " " Twas blood , ' twas blood ! And it rose ...
... Rose from the stream That dabbled my feet , as I glided by ! " Owl ! that lovest the stormy sky ! Speak , oh ! speak ! — What crimson'd thy beak , And hung on the lids of thy staring eye ? " " Twas blood , ' twas blood ! And it rose ...
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... rose a low and a murmuring cry : - " On the water's edge , Through the trampled sedge , A bubble burst , and gurgled by ; My eyes were dim , And I But I look'd from the brim , saw , in the weeds , a dead man lie ! " Owl ! that lovest ...
... rose a low and a murmuring cry : - " On the water's edge , Through the trampled sedge , A bubble burst , and gurgled by ; My eyes were dim , And I But I look'd from the brim , saw , in the weeds , a dead man lie ! " Owl ! that lovest ...
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... roses , kiss'd by eve , Are shining brighter now ! The moonlight loses 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 ...
... roses , kiss'd by eve , Are shining brighter now ! The moonlight loses 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 ...
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... roses floating by . Soon , soon alike the bond and free- So sings my lute , and sings to thee . Then come , Sherene ! I've found a grove , Beneath a wild hill's purple van , Where coos the silver - bosom'd dove ; Where the wild peacock ...
... roses floating by . Soon , soon alike the bond and free- So sings my lute , and sings to thee . Then come , Sherene ! I've found a grove , Beneath a wild hill's purple van , Where coos the silver - bosom'd dove ; Where the wild peacock ...
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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