Poems, Volume 2E. Moxon, 1846 |
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Page 80
... never fail , nor yet Thine acorn in the land . LXVI . May never saw dismember thee , Nor wielded axe disjoint , That art the fairest - spoken tree From here to Lizard - point . LXVII . O rock upon thy towery top All throats that gurgle ...
... never fail , nor yet Thine acorn in the land . LXVI . May never saw dismember thee , Nor wielded axe disjoint , That art the fairest - spoken tree From here to Lizard - point . LXVII . O rock upon thy towery top All throats that gurgle ...
Page 104
... Never , never , " whisper'd by the phantom years , And a song from out the distance in the ringing of thine ears ; And an eye shall vex thee , looking ancient kindness on thy pain . Turn thee , turn thee on thy pillow : get thee to thy ...
... Never , never , " whisper'd by the phantom years , And a song from out the distance in the ringing of thine ears ; And an eye shall vex thee , looking ancient kindness on thy pain . Turn thee , turn thee on thy pillow : get thee to thy ...
Page 112
... Never comes the trader , never floats an European flag , Slides the bird o'er lustrous woodland , droops the trailer from the crag ; Droops the heavy - blossom'd bower , hangs the heavy- fruited tree- Summer isles of Eden lying in dark ...
... Never comes the trader , never floats an European flag , Slides the bird o'er lustrous woodland , droops the trailer from the crag ; Droops the heavy - blossom'd bower , hangs the heavy- fruited tree- Summer isles of Eden lying in dark ...
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