The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth CenturyJ. Sharpe, 1830 - 360 pages |
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... were coals , His language wing'd with terror , as when bolts Leap from the brooding tempest , armed with wrath , Commission'd to affright us , and destroy . SARDANAPALUS AT THE TEMPLE OF BELUS . THIS spacious mausoleum 2 POETRY .
... were coals , His language wing'd with terror , as when bolts Leap from the brooding tempest , armed with wrath , Commission'd to affright us , and destroy . SARDANAPALUS AT THE TEMPLE OF BELUS . THIS spacious mausoleum 2 POETRY .
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... wing of silence is not still ! Is it the music of some distant sphere Upon the lonely moonshine clearly borne ? For faintly comes the wild sound on my ear , As when together sung the stars of morn . I look around - still is each gloomy ...
... wing of silence is not still ! Is it the music of some distant sphere Upon the lonely moonshine clearly borne ? For faintly comes the wild sound on my ear , As when together sung the stars of morn . I look around - still is each gloomy ...
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... wings of sleep , Or dew to the unconscious flowers . I can forget her melting prayer While leaping pulses madly fly , But in the still unbroken air Her gentle tone comes stealing by , And years , and sin , and manhood flee , And leave ...
... wings of sleep , Or dew to the unconscious flowers . I can forget her melting prayer While leaping pulses madly fly , But in the still unbroken air Her gentle tone comes stealing by , And years , and sin , and manhood flee , And leave ...
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... wing ; - When bursting leaves and diamond grass , And waters leaping to the light , And all that makes the pulses pass ... wings of Araby , Gazed up where evening's lamp is hung . And when the beautiful spirit there Flung over me its ...
... wing ; - When bursting leaves and diamond grass , And waters leaping to the light , And all that makes the pulses pass ... wings of Araby , Gazed up where evening's lamp is hung . And when the beautiful spirit there Flung over me its ...
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... wing : When Boyhood's burning dreams were mine , And Fancy's magic circlet crown'd me ; And Love , when love is half divine , Spread its enchantments round me ! How can I e'er forget the hour When thou wert glowing on her breast , Fresh ...
... wing : When Boyhood's burning dreams were mine , And Fancy's magic circlet crown'd me ; And Love , when love is half divine , Spread its enchantments round me ! How can I e'er forget the hour When thou wert glowing on her breast , Fresh ...
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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