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... Spring ... BURNS , ROBERT . A Summer Day ... ... ... : . : ... BURRINGTON , EDWIN HENRY . The Beautiful ... ... The Kings of the Soil BYRON , LORD . Memory A Starlight Winter Night Waterloo Woman's Devotion Theresa A River Inaction ...
... Spring ... BURNS , ROBERT . A Summer Day ... ... ... : . : ... BURRINGTON , EDWIN HENRY . The Beautiful ... ... The Kings of the Soil BYRON , LORD . Memory A Starlight Winter Night Waterloo Woman's Devotion Theresa A River Inaction ...
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... Spring The Owl The Wild Cherry Tree Lyric A Dirge Song ... Question and Reply Song for the Seasons Midnight Rhymes ... Philosophy To a Friend in Automa Autumn Verses Comfort in Nature Test of Love COWPER . Retirement Idlers CRABBE ...
... Spring The Owl The Wild Cherry Tree Lyric A Dirge Song ... Question and Reply Song for the Seasons Midnight Rhymes ... Philosophy To a Friend in Automa Autumn Verses Comfort in Nature Test of Love COWPER . Retirement Idlers CRABBE ...
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... Spring Flowers in a Room of Sickness The Treasures of the Deep Bereavement Ye are not missed , Fair Flowers Flowers The Last Wish Bring Flowers ... ... 256 : 474 ... 420 240 24 79 117 187 210 250 305 329 354 429 ... HEMANS , MRS ...
... Spring Flowers in a Room of Sickness The Treasures of the Deep Bereavement Ye are not missed , Fair Flowers Flowers The Last Wish Bring Flowers ... ... 256 : 474 ... 420 240 24 79 117 187 210 250 305 329 354 429 ... HEMANS , MRS ...
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... Spring ::: OLD PLAY . Grandeur OSGOOD , MRS . ... Love's Comparison OTWAY . Speech 0 . page 195 427 484 : : . : . : : : : . : . P. : : : ... 56 496 ... 251 96 ... *** 30 88 181 : : . T : : . PARKER , H. M. The Land of Dreams PEABODY ...
... Spring ::: OLD PLAY . Grandeur OSGOOD , MRS . ... Love's Comparison OTWAY . Speech 0 . page 195 427 484 : : . : . : : : : . : . P. : : : ... 56 496 ... 251 96 ... *** 30 88 181 : : . T : : . PARKER , H. M. The Land of Dreams PEABODY ...
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... Spring Showers .. TOWNSEND , REV . CHAUNCEY HARE . To a Friend TRENCH , R. C. Life through Death A Walk in a Churchyard Envy and Love ... ... ... ... ... 474 475 ... ... : :::: ... :: : ... 476 ... 530 531 ... 532 ... ... 37 127 : W ...
... Spring Showers .. TOWNSEND , REV . CHAUNCEY HARE . To a Friend TRENCH , R. C. Life through Death A Walk in a Churchyard Envy and Love ... ... ... ... ... 474 475 ... ... : :::: ... :: : ... 476 ... 530 531 ... 532 ... ... 37 127 : W ...
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Сторінка 76 - Of aspect more sublime : that blessed mood In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world. Is lightened; that serene and blessed mood. In which the affections gently lead us on, Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul...
Сторінка 190 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Сторінка 52 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Сторінка 367 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Сторінка 5 - All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one, as before, will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Сторінка 4 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Сторінка 364 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the Raven,
Сторінка 240 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star...
Сторінка 53 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
Сторінка 297 - Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.