Poems, Volume 2E. Moxon, 1846 |
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Page 25
... shade - and still went wavering down , But , ere it touch'd a foot , that might have danced The greensward into greener circles , dipt , And mix'd with shadows of the common ground ! But the full day dwelt on her brows , and sunn'd Her ...
... shade - and still went wavering down , But , ere it touch'd a foot , that might have danced The greensward into greener circles , dipt , And mix'd with shadows of the common ground ! But the full day dwelt on her brows , and sunn'd Her ...
Page 97
... shade , Glitter like a swarm of fire - flies tangled in a silver braid . Here about the beach I wander'd , nourishing a youth sublime With the fairy tales of science , and the long result of Time ; When the centuries behind me like a ...
... shade , Glitter like a swarm of fire - flies tangled in a silver braid . Here about the beach I wander'd , nourishing a youth sublime With the fairy tales of science , and the long result of Time ; When the centuries behind me like a ...
Page 112
... shade and palms in cluster , knots of Paradise . 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 ...
... shade and palms in cluster , knots of Paradise . 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 ...
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