The World's Best Poetry ...John Vance Cheney, Sir Charles G. D. Roberts, Francis Hovey Stoddard, John Raymond Howard J. D. Morris, 1904 |
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... hour of fairy ban and spell : The wood - tick has kept the minutes well ; He has counted them all with click and stroke Deep in the heart of the mountain - oak , And he has awakened the sentry elve Who sleeps with him in the haunted ...
... hour of fairy ban and spell : The wood - tick has kept the minutes well ; He has counted them all with click and stroke Deep in the heart of the mountain - oak , And he has awakened the sentry elve Who sleeps with him in the haunted ...
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... hour ; Some had lain in the scoop of the rock , With glittering ising - stars inlaid ; And some had opened the four - o'clock , And stole within its purple shade . And now they throng the moonlight glade , Above , below , on every side ...
... hour ; Some had lain in the scoop of the rock , With glittering ising - stars inlaid ; And some had opened the four - o'clock , And stole within its purple shade . And now they throng the moonlight glade , Above , below , on every side ...
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... hour . Through dreary beds of tangled fern , Through groves of nightshade dark and dern , Over the grass and through the brake , Where toils the ant and sleeps the snake ; Now o'er the violet's azure flush He skips along in lightsome ...
... hour . Through dreary beds of tangled fern , Through groves of nightshade dark and dern , Over the grass and through the brake , Where toils the ant and sleeps the snake ; Now o'er the violet's azure flush He skips along in lightsome ...
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... hour ; Twice again , and the lark will rise To kiss the streaking of the skies , — Up ! thy charmèd armor don , Thou ' It need it ere the night be gone . He put his acorn helmet on ; It was plumed of the silk of the thistle - down ; The ...
... hour ; Twice again , and the lark will rise To kiss the streaking of the skies , — Up ! thy charmèd armor don , Thou ' It need it ere the night be gone . He put his acorn helmet on ; It was plumed of the silk of the thistle - down ; The ...
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... hour To wait in Amphitritè's bower . SABRINA descends , and the LADY rises out of her seat . SPIRIT . - Virgin , daughter of Locrine , Sprung from old Anchises ' line , May thy brimmèd waves for this Their full tribute never miss From a ...
... hour To wait in Amphitritè's bower . SABRINA descends , and the LADY rises out of her seat . SPIRIT . - Virgin , daughter of Locrine , Sprung from old Anchises ' line , May thy brimmèd waves for this Their full tribute never miss From a ...
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beauty beneath bird BLISS CARMAN blow breast breath breeze bright Camelot cloud cried dark dead dear death deep door doth dreams earth EDMUND SPENSER EDWIN MARKHAM ERNEST CHARLES JONES eyes fair fairy fancy fear flower FRANCES SARGENT OSGOOD FRIEDRICH VON SCHILLER gleam golden gray hair hand Hark hast hath hear heard heart heaven hour Jean François Millet JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE Judas Iscariot Kilmeny Labor lady lady of Shalott land laugh light live looked Lord mind moon Moonlight Song murmured never Nevermore night o'er once passion poet rest Rhocus river rose round shadows Shalott shore sigh silence sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul of Judas sound spirit stars stood stream sweet tears tell thee things thou thought toil Translation tree voice wave weary wild wind wine wings
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