Immortal VerseEdgar Simmons Buchanan, Philip Hanson Hiss Priv. print., 1929 - Всего страниц: 279 |
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... seem , proud privilege ! to sing All independent of the leafy spring . Leave to the nightingale her shady wood ; A privacy of glorious light is thine ; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony , with instinct more divine ...
... seem , proud privilege ! to sing All independent of the leafy spring . Leave to the nightingale her shady wood ; A privacy of glorious light is thine ; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony , with instinct more divine ...
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... Seem'd all on fire that chapel proud Where Roslin's chiefs uncoffin'd lie , Each Baron , for a sable shroud , Sheathed in his iron panoply . Seem'd all on fire within , around , Deep sacristy and altar's pale ; Shone every pillar ...
... Seem'd all on fire that chapel proud Where Roslin's chiefs uncoffin'd lie , Each Baron , for a sable shroud , Sheathed in his iron panoply . Seem'd all on fire within , around , Deep sacristy and altar's pale ; Shone every pillar ...
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... seems so like my own- It seems so like my own , Because of the fasts I keep , Oh God ! that bread should be so dear , And flesh and blood so cheap ! " Work - work - work ! My labor never 151.
... seems so like my own- It seems so like my own , Because of the fasts I keep , Oh God ! that bread should be so dear , And flesh and blood so cheap ! " Work - work - work ! My labor never 151.
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