The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth CenturyJ. Sharpe, 1830 - 360 pages |
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... thousand stars shine beautiful and bright , Like flowers that know not what it is to die , Like long link'd shadeless months of polar light , Like music floating o'er a waveless lake , While echo answers from the flowery brake , Weep ...
... thousand stars shine beautiful and bright , Like flowers that know not what it is to die , Like long link'd shadeless months of polar light , Like music floating o'er a waveless lake , While echo answers from the flowery brake , Weep ...
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... thousand hearts replied , as mine doth now , in sighs , To the glad music breathing thus of blue Italian skies ? I know not ! -only this I know , that not by me on earth , May the deep joy of song be found , untroubled in its birth ; It ...
... thousand hearts replied , as mine doth now , in sighs , To the glad music breathing thus of blue Italian skies ? I know not ! -only this I know , that not by me on earth , May the deep joy of song be found , untroubled in its birth ; It ...
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... thousand in an If busy Fancy blending thee with all my future lot , If this thou call'st " forgetting , " thou , indeed , shalt be forgot ! " Forget thee ? " - Bid the forest birds forget their sweetest tune ! " Forget thee ? " - Bid ...
... thousand in an If busy Fancy blending thee with all my future lot , If this thou call'st " forgetting , " thou , indeed , shalt be forgot ! " Forget thee ? " - Bid the forest birds forget their sweetest tune ! " Forget thee ? " - Bid ...
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... thousand flowers ; It seems not night , but paler day , So clear the moonlight hours : And many a light step treads the green , And music now begins- The tinkling of the light guitar , The sound of mandolins ! Come forth , my love , and ...
... thousand flowers ; It seems not night , but paler day , So clear the moonlight hours : And many a light step treads the green , And music now begins- The tinkling of the light guitar , The sound of mandolins ! Come forth , my love , and ...
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... thousand barbs were in my stalls , Upon my banner blazed the gem : - All fled like dreams , so let them flee- I take my lute , and sing to thee . What's life ? —at best a wandering breath ; When saddest , but a passing sigh ; When ...
... thousand barbs were in my stalls , Upon my banner blazed the gem : - All fled like dreams , so let them flee- I take my lute , and sing to thee . What's life ? —at best a wandering breath ; When saddest , but a passing sigh ; When ...
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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