Poems, Volume 2E. Moxon, 1846 |
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Page 66
... Summers , year by year , Made ripe in Sumner - chace : XI . " Old Summers , when the monk was fat , And , issuing shorn and sleek , Would twist his girdle tight , and pat The girls upon the cheek , XII . " Ere yet , in scorn of Peter's ...
... Summers , year by year , Made ripe in Sumner - chace : XI . " Old Summers , when the monk was fat , And , issuing shorn and sleek , Would twist his girdle tight , and pat The girls upon the cheek , XII . " Ere yet , in scorn of Peter's ...
Page 112
... Summer isles of Eden lying in dark - purple spheres of sea . There methinks would be enjoyment more than in this march of mind , In the steamship , in the railway , in the thoughts that shake mankind . V There the passions cramp'd no ...
... Summer isles of Eden lying in dark - purple spheres of sea . There methinks would be enjoyment more than in this march of mind , In the steamship , in the railway , in the thoughts that shake mankind . V There the passions cramp'd no ...
Page 187
... upon the master - chord Of all I felt and feel . Old wishes , ghosts of broken plans , And phantom hopes assemble ; And that child's heart within the man's Begins to move and tremble . Thro ' many an hour of summer suns By many.
... upon the master - chord Of all I felt and feel . Old wishes , ghosts of broken plans , And phantom hopes assemble ; And that child's heart within the man's Begins to move and tremble . Thro ' many an hour of summer suns By many.
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