The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth CenturyJ. Sharpe, 1830 - 360 pages |
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... round the seasons , in a choir For ever charming , and for ever new ; Blending the grand , the beautiful , the gay , The mournful , and the tender , in one strain , Which steals into the heart , like sounds , that rise Far off , in ...
... round the seasons , in a choir For ever charming , and for ever new ; Blending the grand , the beautiful , the gay , The mournful , and the tender , in one strain , Which steals into the heart , like sounds , that rise Far off , in ...
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... rounded period , poor and vapid thoughts , Which peep from out the cumbrous ornaments That overload their littleness . Its words Are few , but deep and solemn ; and they break Fresh from the fount of feeling , and are full Of all that ...
... rounded period , poor and vapid thoughts , Which peep from out the cumbrous ornaments That overload their littleness . Its words Are few , but deep and solemn ; and they break Fresh from the fount of feeling , and are full Of all that ...
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... 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 that is and truth that seems Blend in fantastic ...
... 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 that is and truth that seems Blend in fantastic ...
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... round me ! How can I e'er forget the hour When thou wert glowing on her breast , Fresh from the dewy hawthorn bower That look'd upon the golden west ! She snatch'd thee from thy sacred shrine , — A brighter fate she scarce could doom ...
... round me ! How can I e'er forget the hour When thou wert glowing on her breast , Fresh from the dewy hawthorn bower That look'd upon the golden west ! She snatch'd thee from thy sacred shrine , — A brighter fate she scarce could doom ...
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... round his couch , dim - hovering , His crimes like ghosts appear ! Oh Poesy ! thou too hast now Withdrawn thy wonted influence , When most I need thy tender glow To renovate each aching sense . No more thy dreams before me pass In swift ...
... round his couch , dim - hovering , His crimes like ghosts appear ! Oh Poesy ! thou too hast now Withdrawn thy wonted influence , When most I need thy tender glow To renovate each aching sense . No more thy dreams before me pass In swift ...
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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