Poems, Volume 2E. Moxon, 1846 |
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... flower Danced into light , and died into the shade ; And each in passing touch'd with some new grace Or seem'd to touch her , so that day by day , Like one that never can be wholly known , Her beauty grew ; till Autumn brought an hour ...
... flower Danced into light , and died into the shade ; And each in passing touch'd with some new grace Or seem'd to touch her , so that day by day , Like one that never can be wholly known , Her beauty grew ; till Autumn brought an hour ...
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... flower , What eyes , like thine , have waken'd hopes ? What lips , like thine , so sweetly join'd ? Where on the double rosebud droops The fullness of the pensive mind ; Which all too dearly self - involved , Yet sleeps a dreamless ...
... flower , What eyes , like thine , have waken'd hopes ? What lips , like thine , so sweetly join'd ? Where on the double rosebud droops The fullness of the pensive mind ; Which all too dearly self - involved , Yet sleeps a dreamless ...
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... flower of the earth ? " " " If I come drest like a village maid , I am but as my fortunes are : I am a beggar born , " she said , " And not the Lady Clare . " 66 Play me no tricks , " said Lord Ronald , " For I am yours in word and in ...
... flower of the earth ? " " " If I come drest like a village maid , I am but as my fortunes are : I am a beggar born , " she said , " And not the Lady Clare . " 66 Play me no tricks , " said Lord Ronald , " For I am yours in word and in ...
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