The Poets and Poetry of England, in the Nineteenth CenturyCarey & Hart, 1845 - 504 sider |
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... cheek , as trusting she reclined Her head upon his breast , with ardour cried , " Be mine , be only mine ; the hour invites ; Be mine , be only mine . " So won , she cast A look of last affection on the towers Where she had pass'd her ...
... cheek , as trusting she reclined Her head upon his breast , with ardour cried , " Be mine , be only mine ; the hour invites ; Be mine , be only mine . " So won , she cast A look of last affection on the towers Where she had pass'd her ...
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... cheek of beauty rush'd a blaze ; And , as the soul had felt some sudden wound , Her bosom heaved above its silken bound . He look'd again ; the cheek was deadly pale ; The bosom sank with one long sigh profound ; Yet still one lily hand ...
... cheek of beauty rush'd a blaze ; And , as the soul had felt some sudden wound , Her bosom heaved above its silken bound . He look'd again ; the cheek was deadly pale ; The bosom sank with one long sigh profound ; Yet still one lily hand ...
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... cheek to mine , Willie , Your hand on my briest - bane , - O say ye'll think on me , Willie , When I am deid and gane ! It's vain to comfort me , Willie , Sair grief maun hae its will.- But let me rest upon your briest , To sab and ...
... cheek to mine , Willie , Your hand on my briest - bane , - O say ye'll think on me , Willie , When I am deid and gane ! It's vain to comfort me , Willie , Sair grief maun hae its will.- But let me rest upon your briest , To sab and ...
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GEORGE CRABBE | 17 |
JOANNA BAILLIE | 73 |
The Widow to her HourGlass | 80 |
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