The Poets and Poetry of England, in the Nineteenth CenturyCarey & Hart, 1845 - 504 sider |
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... Hope - my love- It was Hope's golden bird ! And ever of to - morrow The syren song began ! - Ah , what on earth's so musical As love and hope to man ? - I listen'd , thinking still of thee , And of thy promised word : It was the bird of ...
... Hope - my love- It was Hope's golden bird ! And ever of to - morrow The syren song began ! - Ah , what on earth's so musical As love and hope to man ? - I listen'd , thinking still of thee , And of thy promised word : It was the bird of ...
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... hope than of despair ; And rose into the calm , soft air , 66 As sweet and low As he had heard - O , wo ! O , wo ! - The flutes of angels , long ago ! By every hope that earthward clings , By faith that mounts on angel - wings . By ...
... hope than of despair ; And rose into the calm , soft air , 66 As sweet and low As he had heard - O , wo ! O , wo ! - The flutes of angels , long ago ! By every hope that earthward clings , By faith that mounts on angel - wings . By ...
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... hope , half sorrow , from the flowers , And hoots the prophet owl , amid his tangled bowers ! And , round thine altar's mouldering stones are born Mysterious harpings , -wild as ever crept From him who waked Aurora , every morn , And ...
... hope , half sorrow , from the flowers , And hoots the prophet owl , amid his tangled bowers ! And , round thine altar's mouldering stones are born Mysterious harpings , -wild as ever crept From him who waked Aurora , every morn , And ...
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GEORGE CRABBE | 17 |
JOANNA BAILLIE | 73 |
The Widow to her HourGlass | 80 |
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