The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth CenturyJ. Sharpe, 1830 - 360 pages |
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... thing of mortal birth , Whose happy home is on our earth ? Does human blood with life embue Those wandering veins of heavenly blue , That stray along thy forehead fair , Lost ' mid a gleam of golden hair ? Oh ! can that light and airy ...
... thing of mortal birth , Whose happy home is on our earth ? Does human blood with life embue Those wandering veins of heavenly blue , That stray along thy forehead fair , Lost ' mid a gleam of golden hair ? Oh ! can that light and airy ...
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... things of earth ! Night is the time to watch ; On ocean's dark expanse , To hail the Pleiades , or catch The full moon's earliest glance , That brings unto the homesick mind All we have loved and left behind . Night is the time for care ...
... things of earth ! Night is the time to watch ; On ocean's dark expanse , To hail the Pleiades , or catch The full moon's earliest glance , That brings unto the homesick mind All we have loved and left behind . Night is the time for care ...
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... thing : the earth Trembled as she presaged some coming ill ; The voice of thunder spake ; and in the midst Of that proud city , in the midst of Rome , The ground was riven in twain ; and on the spot , Where human steps had but so lately ...
... thing : the earth Trembled as she presaged some coming ill ; The voice of thunder spake ; and in the midst Of that proud city , in the midst of Rome , The ground was riven in twain ; and on the spot , Where human steps had but so lately ...
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... things , were meant To speak by proxy . Your chronicles no more exist , For Knox , the revolutionist , Destroy'd the work of every fist That scrawl'd black letter ; Well ! I'm a craniologist , And may do better . This skull - cap wore ...
... things , were meant To speak by proxy . Your chronicles no more exist , For Knox , the revolutionist , Destroy'd the work of every fist That scrawl'd black letter ; Well ! I'm a craniologist , And may do better . This skull - cap wore ...
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... thing , And what the friars bade him bring They ne'er were balk'd of , Matters not worth remembering , And seldom talk'd of . Enough ! why need I farther pore ? This corner holds at least a score , And yonder twice as many more Of ...
... thing , And what the friars bade him bring They ne'er were balk'd of , Matters not worth remembering , And seldom talk'd of . Enough ! why need I farther pore ? This corner holds at least a score , And yonder twice as many more Of ...
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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