The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth CenturyJ. Sharpe, 1830 - 360 pages |
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... waves Dance to the music of its melodies , And sparkle in its brightness . Earth is veil'd And mantled with its beauty ; and the walls , That close the universe with crystal in , Are eloquent with voices , that proclaim The unseen ...
... waves Dance to the music of its melodies , And sparkle in its brightness . Earth is veil'd And mantled with its beauty ; and the walls , That close the universe with crystal in , Are eloquent with voices , that proclaim The unseen ...
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... waves of blood from prostrate foes ; And couch'd a warrior's murdering lance , And broke my land's repose ; Then had my glory walk'd abroad And I had been enshrined a god . What else but wide - spread carnage made The founder of our ...
... waves of blood from prostrate foes ; And couch'd a warrior's murdering lance , And broke my land's repose ; Then had my glory walk'd abroad And I had been enshrined a god . What else but wide - spread carnage made The founder of our ...
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... waves at 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 ...
... waves at 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 ...
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... wave and tree The arrows from his subtle quiver— I say a voice has thrill'd me then , Heard on the still and rushing light , Or creeping from the silent glen Like words from the departing night , Hath stricken me , and I have press'd On ...
... wave and tree The arrows from his subtle quiver— I say a voice has thrill'd me then , Heard on the still and rushing light , Or creeping from the silent glen Like words from the departing night , Hath stricken me , and I have press'd On ...
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... waves of the wide ocean ; and as still As are those waters , when the summer breeze Sleeps on the moveless billow ; there is awe On every countenance ; and each doth stand In gasping breathlessness , as terror chain'd The life pulse ...
... waves of the wide ocean ; and as still As are those waters , when the summer breeze Sleeps on the moveless billow ; there is awe On every countenance ; and each doth stand In gasping breathlessness , as terror chain'd The life pulse ...
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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