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... Morning after the Storm Sonnet on Parting with his Books . By William Roscoe , Esq . 14 17 The Artist's Studio . By L. E. L. 18 Sonnet . By the Rev. W. Lisle Bowles 22 To Mont Blanc 23 Ode , written for Recitation at the Farewell Dinner ...
... Morning after the Storm Sonnet on Parting with his Books . By William Roscoe , Esq . 14 17 The Artist's Studio . By L. E. L. 18 Sonnet . By the Rev. W. Lisle Bowles 22 To Mont Blanc 23 Ode , written for Recitation at the Farewell Dinner ...
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... morning's sun Revealed the cliffs their thoughts had dwelt upon Through exiled years ; and bade , all peril past , The warm heart hail its native hills at last ! - As fair to - morrow's sun those hills may greet , But then the surf ...
... morning's sun Revealed the cliffs their thoughts had dwelt upon Through exiled years ; and bade , all peril past , The warm heart hail its native hills at last ! - As fair to - morrow's sun those hills may greet , But then the surf ...
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... MORNING AFTER THE STORM . O heavens ! is't possible a young maid's wits Should be as mortal as an old man's life ? Nature is fine in love : and where ' tis fine , It sends some precious instance of itself After the thing it loves ...
... MORNING AFTER THE STORM . O heavens ! is't possible a young maid's wits Should be as mortal as an old man's life ? Nature is fine in love : and where ' tis fine , It sends some precious instance of itself After the thing it loves ...
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... morn - the waning mists , with shadowy sweep , Draw their cold curtains slowly from the deep . " Tis morn - but gladness comes not with her ray ! The bright and breathing scene of yesterday Is gone , as if that swift consuming wing Had ...
... morn - the waning mists , with shadowy sweep , Draw their cold curtains slowly from the deep . " Tis morn - but gladness comes not with her ray ! The bright and breathing scene of yesterday Is gone , as if that swift consuming wing Had ...
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... morn ! But oh , his years are few who hath not felt That , while we grasp , the rainbow bliss will melt ; That hopes , like clouds which gleam across the moon , Soon pass away , and lose their light as soon ! The weltering mass she ...
... morn ! But oh , his years are few who hath not felt That , while we grasp , the rainbow bliss will melt ; That hopes , like clouds which gleam across the moon , Soon pass away , and lose their light as soon ! The weltering mass she ...
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The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Том 1 Alaric Alexander Watts Повний перегляд - 1828 |
The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Том 1 Alaric Alexander Watts Повний перегляд - 1828 |
The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Том 1 Alaric Alexander Watts Повний перегляд - 1828 |
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