The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Том 1Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1828 |
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... Past . By Professor Wilson 156 Stanzas . By the Rev. J. Moultrie 157 An Arabian Song . By Barry Cornwall 159 A Portrait from Real Life El Hypocondriaco . By the Rev. George Croly Written at Spithead . By the Rev. George Croly A Night ...
... Past . By Professor Wilson 156 Stanzas . By the Rev. J. Moultrie 157 An Arabian Song . By Barry Cornwall 159 A Portrait from Real Life El Hypocondriaco . By the Rev. George Croly Written at Spithead . By the Rev. George Croly A Night ...
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... past , The warm heart hail its native hills at last ! - As fair to - morrow's sun those hills may greet , But then the surf shall be their winding - sheet ! And there be others struggling with the spite Of warring B 2 THE POETICAL ALBUM ...
... past , The warm heart hail its native hills at last ! - As fair to - morrow's sun those hills may greet , But then the surf shall be their winding - sheet ! And there be others struggling with the spite Of warring B 2 THE POETICAL ALBUM ...
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... past , An India ship hailed Albion's land at last ! Moored in the Downs , her mighty pinions close Like some far flying bird that seeks repose ; While , crowding on the deck , a hundred eyes Turned shoreward - flashed with pleasure and ...
... past , An India ship hailed Albion's land at last ! Moored in the Downs , her mighty pinions close Like some far flying bird that seeks repose ; While , crowding on the deck , a hundred eyes Turned shoreward - flashed with pleasure and ...
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... past- Too long awaking - but they woke at last ! He rushed where clung the fainting fair one - sought To soothe with hopes he felt not , cherished not ; And while in passionate support he prest , She raised her eyes - then swiftly on ...
... past- Too long awaking - but they woke at last ! He rushed where clung the fainting fair one - sought To soothe with hopes he felt not , cherished not ; And while in passionate support he prest , She raised her eyes - then swiftly on ...
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... more the blast Wailed , like a naked spirit rushing past , As though it sought a resting place in vain.- The storm is lulled ; and yet it is a pain To tell what wreck and ruin strewed the shore ! 14 THE POETICAL ALBUM .
... more the blast Wailed , like a naked spirit rushing past , As though it sought a resting place in vain.- The storm is lulled ; and yet it is a pain To tell what wreck and ruin strewed the shore ! 14 THE POETICAL ALBUM .
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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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BARRY CORNWALL beam beauty beneath bird Blackwood's Magazine bliss bloom blue blush bosom bower breast breath bright brow calm charm cheek clouds dark dead dear death deep dream earth fade fair Farewell fate feel flame fled flowers gaze gentle GEORGE CROLY gleam gloom glory glow gone grave green grief hast hath heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hope HORACE SMITH hour kiss life's light lingering lips Literary Gazette London Magazine lonely look LORD BYRON love's lute lyre merry heart morn murmuring ne'er never night o'er ocean pale PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY rose round scene shade shed shine shore sigh silent sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star storm stream sweet swell tears thee thine thou art thought tomb Twas voice wandering wave weep wild winds wing young youth
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