The Magazine of Poetry and Literary Review, Volume 3Charles Wells Moulton C.W. Moulton, 1891 - American poetry |
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... Spirit's Song . SWAFFORD , MRS . M. Portrait by Wright & Holloway , Terre Haute , Ind . Hesperides . The Haunted Battle Field . The Evening South - Wind . Restitution . MOUNTCASTLE , CLARA H. G. O. Brown . Mary E. Cardwill . Oscar A ...
... Spirit's Song . SWAFFORD , MRS . M. Portrait by Wright & Holloway , Terre Haute , Ind . Hesperides . The Haunted Battle Field . The Evening South - Wind . Restitution . MOUNTCASTLE , CLARA H. G. O. Brown . Mary E. Cardwill . Oscar A ...
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... spirit's sigh ; Let not affection's roses Wither and fade and die ! Oh , must the love we plighted One heedless word destroy ? .Must we then meet as strangers After our dreams of joy ? Can we now meet as strangers , When we recall the ...
... spirit's sigh ; Let not affection's roses Wither and fade and die ! Oh , must the love we plighted One heedless word destroy ? .Must we then meet as strangers After our dreams of joy ? Can we now meet as strangers , When we recall the ...
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... spirit lingered round us there , To solace us in our despair ; And fling a ray of splendor back To rest on memory's haversack . O glad am I for dream that brings So many half - forgotten things , - The comradeship that closer grows When ...
... spirit lingered round us there , To solace us in our despair ; And fling a ray of splendor back To rest on memory's haversack . O glad am I for dream that brings So many half - forgotten things , - The comradeship that closer grows When ...
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... spirit of song . Bright thoughts are roaming Unseen in the air ; Like comets , their coming Is sudden and rare . They strike , and they enter , And light up the brain , Which thrills to its centre With rapturous pain . Where the chance ...
... spirit of song . Bright thoughts are roaming Unseen in the air ; Like comets , their coming Is sudden and rare . They strike , and they enter , And light up the brain , Which thrills to its centre With rapturous pain . Where the chance ...
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... spirit , and the poetic impulse evolved . Returning to England the family settled in Tonbridge , the father's death occurring the same year . Miss Werner then gave German les- sons , and later attended school in London , where she ...
... spirit , and the poetic impulse evolved . Returning to England the family settled in Tonbridge , the father's death occurring the same year . Miss Werner then gave German les- sons , and later attended school in London , where she ...
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Page 393 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.