The Poets and Poetry of England, in the Nineteenth CenturyCarey & Hart, 1845 - 504 pages |
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Page 183
... o'er the rushy springs of Don The stormy gloom is roll'd ; The moorland hath not yet put on His purple , green , and gold . But here the titling spreads his wing , Where dewy daises gleam ; And here the sun - flower of the spring Burns ...
... o'er the rushy springs of Don The stormy gloom is roll'd ; The moorland hath not yet put on His purple , green , and gold . But here the titling spreads his wing , Where dewy daises gleam ; And here the sun - flower of the spring Burns ...
Page 247
... o'er its beauty sleep was drawn , Like a thin veil that half - conceal'd The light of soul , and half - reveal'd . While thy hush'd heart with visions wrought , Each trembling eye - lash moved with thought , And things we dream , but ne ...
... o'er its beauty sleep was drawn , Like a thin veil that half - conceal'd The light of soul , and half - reveal'd . While thy hush'd heart with visions wrought , Each trembling eye - lash moved with thought , And things we dream , but ne ...
Page 472
... o'er the rocks that lock the gleaming pool , Crept down into its depths , so dark and cool . The hours are past , love , Oh , fled they not too fast , love ! Those solemn hours , when through the violet sky , Alike without a cloud ...
... o'er the rocks that lock the gleaming pool , Crept down into its depths , so dark and cool . The hours are past , love , Oh , fled they not too fast , love ! Those solemn hours , when through the violet sky , Alike without a cloud ...
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GEORGE CRABBE | 17 |
JOANNA BAILLIE | 73 |
The Widow to her HourGlass | 80 |
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