Masterpieces of the World's Best Literature: 700 Immortal Selections from the Writings of the World's Greatest Authors, Том 6Jeannette Leonard Gilder Standard Book Company, 1937 |
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... o'er and o'er the sand , And round and round the sand , As far as eye could see ; The blinding mist came down and hid the land , And never home came she . " O is it weed , or fish , or floating hair , A tress o ' golden hair , O ...
... o'er and o'er the sand , And round and round the sand , As far as eye could see ; The blinding mist came down and hid the land , And never home came she . " O is it weed , or fish , or floating hair , A tress o ' golden hair , O ...
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... o'er all the boundless plain ; Till Belvoir's lordly terraces the sign to Lincoln sent , And Lincoln sped the message on o'er the wide vale of Trent ; Till Skiddaw saw the fire that burned on Gaunt's embattled pile , And the red glare ...
... o'er all the boundless plain ; Till Belvoir's lordly terraces the sign to Lincoln sent , And Lincoln sped the message on o'er the wide vale of Trent ; Till Skiddaw saw the fire that burned on Gaunt's embattled pile , And the red glare ...
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... o'er thy blooming bowers , Like sorrow's veil on beauty's brow . For , though unrivall'd still thy grace , Thou dost not look , as then , too blest , But thus in shadow , seem'd a place Where erring man might hope to rest- Might hope to ...
... o'er thy blooming bowers , Like sorrow's veil on beauty's brow . For , though unrivall'd still thy grace , Thou dost not look , as then , too blest , But thus in shadow , seem'd a place Where erring man might hope to rest- Might hope to ...
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