PoemsT. Cadell, and E. Moxon, 1834 - 295 pages |
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Page 160
... close ! " No casement gleams ; no Juliet , like the day , Comes forth and speaks and bids her lover stay . Still , like aƫrial music heard from far , Nightly it rises with the evening - star . " She loves another ! Love was in that sigh ...
... close ! " No casement gleams ; no Juliet , like the day , Comes forth and speaks and bids her lover stay . Still , like aƫrial music heard from far , Nightly it rises with the evening - star . " She loves another ! Love was in that sigh ...
Page 161
... close , Now in the glimmering , dying light she g Less and less earthly ! As departs the day , All that was mortal seems to melt away , grows Till , like a gift resumed as soon as given , She fades at last into a Spirit from Heaven ...
... close , Now in the glimmering , dying light she g Less and less earthly ! As departs the day , All that was mortal seems to melt away , grows Till , like a gift resumed as soon as given , She fades at last into a Spirit from Heaven ...
Page 168
... the booths whitening the village - green , Where Punch and Scaramouch aloft are seen ; Sign beyond sign in close array unfurled , Picturing at large the wonders of the world ; Turner RA Goodall And far and wide , over the vicar's pale ,.
... the booths whitening the village - green , Where Punch and Scaramouch aloft are seen ; Sign beyond sign in close array unfurled , Picturing at large the wonders of the world ; Turner RA Goodall And far and wide , over the vicar's pale ,.
Page 170
... close ; And they return as friends , that came as foes . Thus , while the world but claims its proper part , Oft in the head but never in the heart , His life steals on ; within his quiet dwelling That home - felt joy all other joys ...
... close ; And they return as friends , that came as foes . Thus , while the world but claims its proper part , Oft in the head but never in the heart , His life steals on ; within his quiet dwelling That home - felt joy all other joys ...
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Samuel Rogers. AN ITALIAN SONG . DEAR is my little native vale , The ring - dove builds and murmurs there ; Close by my cot she tells her tale To every passing villager . The squirrel leaps from tree to tree , And shells.
Samuel Rogers. AN ITALIAN SONG . DEAR is my little native vale , The ring - dove builds and murmurs there ; Close by my cot she tells her tale To every passing villager . The squirrel leaps from tree to tree , And shells.
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