The Poets and Poetry of England, in the Nineteenth CenturyCarey & Hart, 1845 - 504 sider |
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... gleam'd aloft his dagger bright ; But hate and fury ill supplied The stream of life's exhausted tide ; And all too late the advantage came To turn the odds of deadly game ; For while the dagger gleam'd on high , Reel'd soul and sense ...
... gleam'd aloft his dagger bright ; But hate and fury ill supplied The stream of life's exhausted tide ; And all too late the advantage came To turn the odds of deadly game ; For while the dagger gleam'd on high , Reel'd soul and sense ...
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... gleam , The sword - like aloe , or the tent - roof'd pine , Or adding a yet paler pensiveness To the pale olive - tree ; or , yet more near us , Were flickering back from wall reticulate ' Of ruin old . But when that orb of thine Had ...
... gleam , The sword - like aloe , or the tent - roof'd pine , Or adding a yet paler pensiveness To the pale olive - tree ; or , yet more near us , Were flickering back from wall reticulate ' Of ruin old . But when that orb of thine Had ...
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... gleam , A ruby torch the wondering eye might deem Hung on the brow of some night - watching tower , Where upwards climb'd the broad magnolia's stem . An urn of lovely lustre every flower , Burning before the king of that illumined bower ...
... gleam , A ruby torch the wondering eye might deem Hung on the brow of some night - watching tower , Where upwards climb'd the broad magnolia's stem . An urn of lovely lustre every flower , Burning before the king of that illumined bower ...
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GEORGE CRABBE | 17 |
JOANNA BAILLIE | 73 |
The Widow to her HourGlass | 80 |
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