PoemsT. Cadell, and E. Moxon, 1836 |
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Page 30
... played ; Alike unconscious , through their cloudless day , Of what they had and had not ; every where Gathering rock - flowers ; or , with their utmost might , Loosening the fragment from the precipice , And , as it tumbled , listening ...
... played ; Alike unconscious , through their cloudless day , Of what they had and had not ; every where Gathering rock - flowers ; or , with their utmost might , Loosening the fragment from the precipice , And , as it tumbled , listening ...
Page 37
... Plays on my cheek how gently , flinging round A silvery gleam ; and now the purple mists Rise like a curtain ; now the sun looks out , Filling , o'erflowing with his glorious light This noble amphitheatre of hills ; And now appear as on ...
... Plays on my cheek how gently , flinging round A silvery gleam ; and now the purple mists Rise like a curtain ; now the sun looks out , Filling , o'erflowing with his glorious light This noble amphitheatre of hills ; And now appear as on ...
Page 52
... played Their parts at PADUA , and were floating home , Careless and full of mirth ; to - morrow a day Not in their Calendar . - Who in a strain To make the hearer fold his arms and sigh , Sings , Caro , Caro ! ' - ' Tis the Prima Donna ...
... played Their parts at PADUA , and were floating home , Careless and full of mirth ; to - morrow a day Not in their Calendar . - Who in a strain To make the hearer fold his arms and sigh , Sings , Caro , Caro ! ' - ' Tis the Prima Donna ...
Page 53
... plays truant , and he raps his box , And prompts again ; for ever looking round As if in search of subjects for his wit , His satire ; and as often whispering Things , though unheard , not unimaginable . Had I thy pencil , CRABBE ...
... plays truant , and he raps his box , And prompts again ; for ever looking round As if in search of subjects for his wit , His satire ; and as often whispering Things , though unheard , not unimaginable . Had I thy pencil , CRABBE ...
Page 69
... played With her loose tresses , and drew more and more Her veil across her bosom . Long I lay Contemplating that face so beautiful , That rosy mouth , that cheek dimpled with smiles , That neck but half - concealed , whiter than snow ...
... played With her loose tresses , and drew more and more Her veil across her bosom . Long I lay Contemplating that face so beautiful , That rosy mouth , that cheek dimpled with smiles , That neck but half - concealed , whiter than snow ...
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