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... thine eyes , WHEN WE TWO PARTED .. TOO LATE ... PHILOSTRATUS . ( Greek . ) 89 Jonson's Translation . .BYRON . .MULOCH 90 91 Could ye come back to me , Douglas , Douglas , CHANGES .... ROBERT BULWER LYTTON 92 Whom first we love , you ...
... thine eyes , WHEN WE TWO PARTED .. TOO LATE ... PHILOSTRATUS . ( Greek . ) 89 Jonson's Translation . .BYRON . .MULOCH 90 91 Could ye come back to me , Douglas , Douglas , CHANGES .... ROBERT BULWER LYTTON 92 Whom first we love , you ...
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... and words were few . Though I see smiling at thy feet , Five sons and ae fair daughter sweet , And time and care and birthtime woes Have dimmed thine eye and touched thy rose , THE POET'S BRIDAL - DAY SONG . To thee , 23.
... and words were few . Though I see smiling at thy feet , Five sons and ae fair daughter sweet , And time and care and birthtime woes Have dimmed thine eye and touched thy rose , THE POET'S BRIDAL - DAY SONG . To thee , 23.
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... thine , A song - wreath which may grace my Jean , While rivers flow , and woods grow green . At times there come , as come there ought , Grave moments of sedater thought , When Fortune frowns , nor lends our night One gleam of her ...
... thine , A song - wreath which may grace my Jean , While rivers flow , and woods grow green . At times there come , as come there ought , Grave moments of sedater thought , When Fortune frowns , nor lends our night One gleam of her ...
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... thine ? ' 66 My ale and wine are fresh and clear ; My daughter lies on her funeral bier . " And when they passed to the chamber back , There she lay , in her coffin black ! THE LANDLADY'S DAUGHTER . The first from her face the 30 UHLAND ...
... thine ? ' 66 My ale and wine are fresh and clear ; My daughter lies on her funeral bier . " And when they passed to the chamber back , There she lay , in her coffin black ! THE LANDLADY'S DAUGHTER . The first from her face the 30 UHLAND ...
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... Thine be ilka joy and treasure , Peace , enjoyment , love , and pleasure ! Ae fond kiss - and then we sever ! Ae fareweel - alas , forever ! Deep in heart - wrung tears I'll pledge thee ; Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee . ROBERT ...
... Thine be ilka joy and treasure , Peace , enjoyment , love , and pleasure ! Ae fond kiss - and then we sever ! Ae fareweel - alas , forever ! Deep in heart - wrung tears I'll pledge thee ; Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee . ROBERT ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON angels Annabel Lee Anthony babe beautiful bells beneath bird blessed Bobbett bonnie boys breast breath bright brow cheek cold d'ye dear deep door doth dream EUGENE ARAM eyes face fair fear feet flowers friends gone grave grief grieves hair hand happy hath head hear heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Hurrah JEANIE MORRISON kiss kye come hame lassie LEIGH HUNT light lips live look LUDWIG UHLAND ly stil maiden Mary MAUD MULLER merry moon morning mother ne'er never Nevermore night o'er pale river ROBERT HERRICK rose round sail shine sighs silent SIR PATRICK SPENS sleep smile soft SONG sorrow soul spirit stars Summer sweet SYDNEY DOBELL tears There's thine THOMAS HOOD thou thought Tommy's dead tree Twas weary weel weep wild WILLIAM MAGINN wind youth
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Page 168 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Page 243 - ... where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away! I remember, I remember, The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light! The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birth-day,— The tree is living yet!
Page 172 - Stitch — stitch — stitch — In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt! "But why do I talk of Death? That phantom of grisly bone. I hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own — It seems so like my own, Because of the fasts I keep; O God!
Page 60 - Love, by harsh evidence, Thrown from its eminence; Even God's providence Seeming estranged. Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood, with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river; Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurled — Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world!
Page 181 - Forward, the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade...
Page 89 - That moss-covered vessel I hail as a treasure; For often at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it with hands that were glowing! And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell; Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness it rose from the well; The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, arose from the well.
Page 262 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon!
Page 302 - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust, and door ; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore — What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
Page 163 - With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love...
Page 308 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.