The Poets and Poetry of England, in the Nineteenth CenturyCarey & Hart, 1845 - 504 sider |
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... blood From the four corners of the world cries out For justice upon one accursed head ; When freedom hath her holy banners spread Over all nations , now in one just cause United ; when , with one sublime accord , Europe throws off the ...
... blood From the four corners of the world cries out For justice upon one accursed head ; When freedom hath her holy banners spread Over all nations , now in one just cause United ; when , with one sublime accord , Europe throws off the ...
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... blood shall steep These hands all over ere I sleep ! " " His blood ! " she faintly scream'd - her mind Still singling one from all mankind— 66 Yes - spite of his ravines and towers , Hafed , my child , this night is ours . Thanks to all ...
... blood shall steep These hands all over ere I sleep ! " " His blood ! " she faintly scream'd - her mind Still singling one from all mankind— 66 Yes - spite of his ravines and towers , Hafed , my child , this night is ours . Thanks to all ...
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Rufus Wilmot Griswold. Whose blood is this ? And . Blood has been shed to - day . No vestment in Messina , but you'll find Some trace upon't . Iso . Where is my husband , sirs ? Is this Fernando's blood ? We were together , And it was ...
Rufus Wilmot Griswold. Whose blood is this ? And . Blood has been shed to - day . No vestment in Messina , but you'll find Some trace upon't . Iso . Where is my husband , sirs ? Is this Fernando's blood ? We were together , And it was ...
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GEORGE CRABBE | 17 |
JOANNA BAILLIE | 73 |
The Widow to her HourGlass | 80 |
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