The Poets and Poetry of England, in the Nineteenth CenturyCarey & Hart, 1845 - 504 sider |
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... tear To cool my fever'd soul . In love and fear , O'er me she bent , as at the hermitage , When ( maim'd in conflict with the mountaineer ) She kiss'd my wounds , while Darnley swell'd with rage ; Tears only ! not a word ! she filed ...
... tear To cool my fever'd soul . In love and fear , O'er me she bent , as at the hermitage , When ( maim'd in conflict with the mountaineer ) She kiss'd my wounds , while Darnley swell'd with rage ; Tears only ! not a word ! she filed ...
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... tears for thee ; Nor will thy shade the tribute sad despise . Brother , farewell ! -Ah , yes ! -no voice replies ; But my tears flow - albeit in vain they flow- For him who at my feet so darkly sleeps ; And freedom's champion , with the ...
... tears for thee ; Nor will thy shade the tribute sad despise . Brother , farewell ! -Ah , yes ! -no voice replies ; But my tears flow - albeit in vain they flow- For him who at my feet so darkly sleeps ; And freedom's champion , with the ...
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... tears that from the bosom stream , And tried to speak , but tears were there alone ; The pitying angel said , " Be happy and begone . " The weeper raised the veil ; a ruby lip First dawn'd : then glow'd the young cheek's deeper hue ...
... tears that from the bosom stream , And tried to speak , but tears were there alone ; The pitying angel said , " Be happy and begone . " The weeper raised the veil ; a ruby lip First dawn'd : then glow'd the young cheek's deeper hue ...
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GEORGE CRABBE | 17 |
JOANNA BAILLIE | 73 |
The Widow to her HourGlass | 80 |
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