The Poets and Poetry of England, in the Nineteenth CenturyCarey & Hart, 1845 - 504 sider |
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... sleep had fallen on you : Ye are many - they are few ! A LAMENT . SWIFTER far than summer's flight , Swifter far than youth's delight , Swifter far than happy night , Art thou come and gone : As the earth when leaves are dead , As the ...
... sleep had fallen on you : Ye are many - they are few ! A LAMENT . SWIFTER far than summer's flight , Swifter far than youth's delight , Swifter far than happy night , Art thou come and gone : As the earth when leaves are dead , As the ...
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... sleep , Have been as we may be no more— Kind sister , let me weep ! I leave thee , father ! Eve's bright moon Must now light other feet , With the gather'd grapes , and the lyre in tune , Thy homeward step to greet . Thou in whose voice ...
... sleep , Have been as we may be no more— Kind sister , let me weep ! I leave thee , father ! Eve's bright moon Must now light other feet , With the gather'd grapes , and the lyre in tune , Thy homeward step to greet . Thou in whose voice ...
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... SLEEP on , baby on the floor , Tired of all the playing- Sleep with smile the sweeter for That you dropp'd away in ; On your curls ' fair roundness stand Golden lights serenely- One cheek , push'd out by the hand , Folds the dimple inly ...
... SLEEP on , baby on the floor , Tired of all the playing- Sleep with smile the sweeter for That you dropp'd away in ; On your curls ' fair roundness stand Golden lights serenely- One cheek , push'd out by the hand , Folds the dimple inly ...
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GEORGE CRABBE | 17 |
JOANNA BAILLIE | 73 |
The Widow to her HourGlass | 80 |
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