Poems, Volume 2G. P. Putnam, 1903 |
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arms Astarte Syriaca Barlass beneath Beryl-stone bough breast breath bright brow Catherine Douglas cloud cried Dante Gabriel Rossetti dark dead dear death deep doth dream face fain fair feet fell fire flame flower G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS gaze God's golden grace hair Hall Caine hand hast hath heaven hope hour King King's kiss knew lady Life's light Lilith lips look lord Love's lover memory moan moon mother murmuring neath night o'er once photogravures poem Queen rain Recollections of Rossetti Rose Mary round Scotish sestet shadow shame sighs sight silence Sir Robert Græme smile song sonnet sorrow soul's spirit Spring stood sweet tears thee thine eyes thing thou thought throne thy heart thy soul to-day turn Unto Venus Victrix voice wave White Ship wild William Allingham William Rossetti wind wings woman words Yesterday's son youth
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