A Victorian Anthology, 1837-1895: Selections Illustrating the Editor's Critical Review of British Poetry in the Reign of Victoria, Том 1Edmund Clarence Stedman Houghton Mifflin, 1895 - Всего страниц: 744 |
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... SOUL FAREWELL · • IL FIOR DEGLI EROICI FURORI VENICE THYSELF THE SONNET Frederic William Henry Myers FROM " SAINT PAUL · • ON A GRAVE AT GRINDELWALD A SONG A LAST APPEAL IMMORTALITY A LETTER FROM NEWPORT · I SAW , I SAW THE LOVELY CHILD ...
... SOUL FAREWELL · • IL FIOR DEGLI EROICI FURORI VENICE THYSELF THE SONNET Frederic William Henry Myers FROM " SAINT PAUL · • ON A GRAVE AT GRINDELWALD A SONG A LAST APPEAL IMMORTALITY A LETTER FROM NEWPORT · I SAW , I SAW THE LOVELY CHILD ...
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... SOUL SIT down , sad soul , and count The moments flying : ― Come , tell the sweet amount That's lost by sighing ! How many smiles ? -a score ? Then laugh , and count no more ; For day is dying . Lie down , sad soul , and sleep , And no ...
... SOUL SIT down , sad soul , and count The moments flying : ― Come , tell the sweet amount That's lost by sighing ! How many smiles ? -a score ? Then laugh , and count no more ; For day is dying . Lie down , sad soul , and sleep , And no ...
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... soul Is but the fix'd persuasion of success . Ah ! - here ! that spasm ! — again ! How Life and Death Do wrestle for me momently ! And yet The King looks pale . I shall outlive the King ! And then , thou insolent Austrian- who didst ...
... soul Is but the fix'd persuasion of success . Ah ! - here ! that spasm ! — again ! How Life and Death Do wrestle for me momently ! And yet The King looks pale . I shall outlive the King ! And then , thou insolent Austrian- who didst ...
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... soul , the self - constraining will , The rugged root that bare the winsome flower Is weak and wither'd . Fays Were we like the That sweetly nestle in the foxglove bells , Or lurk and murmur in the rose - lipp'd shells Which Neptune to ...
... soul , the self - constraining will , The rugged root that bare the winsome flower Is weak and wither'd . Fays Were we like the That sweetly nestle in the foxglove bells , Or lurk and murmur in the rose - lipp'd shells Which Neptune to ...
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... soul and body's bliss to part ! I hail thee Childhood's very Lord , In gaze and glance , in voice and word . In spite of all foreboding fear , A thing thou art of present cheer ; And thus to be belov'd and known As is a rushy fountain's ...
... soul and body's bliss to part ! I hail thee Childhood's very Lord , In gaze and glance , in voice and word . In spite of all foreboding fear , A thing thou art of present cheer ; And thus to be belov'd and known As is a rushy fountain's ...
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