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... quenchless glory Won , for themselves the dusky shroud of death . By that same death they live , whose echoing story Rings from the halls Hades inhabiteth . And : III . Stranger ! tell Lacedæmon- here we lie ! 17 CHRYSANTHEMA.
... quenchless glory Won , for themselves the dusky shroud of death . By that same death they live , whose echoing story Rings from the halls Hades inhabiteth . And : III . Stranger ! tell Lacedæmon- here we lie ! 17 CHRYSANTHEMA.
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... lives at feud . Beware Lest , while I speak , he cast A dainty snare Over your hearts at last . But see ! his hiding - place , his very self , Close to my hand , behold , the archer lies , A laughing elf Within my lady's eyes . The next ...
... lives at feud . Beware Lest , while I speak , he cast A dainty snare Over your hearts at last . But see ! his hiding - place , his very self , Close to my hand , behold , the archer lies , A laughing elf Within my lady's eyes . The next ...
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... Hesperus , I pray , And , darkling , bring back her you take away . Here is a traditionary one ; the fancy is as old and as young as love , and Tennyson's Miller's Daughter is perhaps the amber in which it lives 28 CHRYSANTHEMA.
... Hesperus , I pray , And , darkling , bring back her you take away . Here is a traditionary one ; the fancy is as old and as young as love , and Tennyson's Miller's Daughter is perhaps the amber in which it lives 28 CHRYSANTHEMA.
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Thomas Bird Mosher. Miller's Daughter is perhaps the amber in which it lives best . Both these epigrams are his , we will say , for he has ' Sweet Hesper- Phosphor ' in his In Memoriam : XVIII . - It's oh ! to be a wild wind - when my ...
Thomas Bird Mosher. Miller's Daughter is perhaps the amber in which it lives best . Both these epigrams are his , we will say , for he has ' Sweet Hesper- Phosphor ' in his In Memoriam : XVIII . - It's oh ! to be a wild wind - when my ...
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... . Halicarnassian host ! somewhere thou must Long , long ago be dust , Yet live thy nightingales - thine own - for them Death , that takes all , hath never requiem ! 6 This of Simmias is a little earlier ( about 39 CHRYSANTHEMA.
... . Halicarnassian host ! somewhere thou must Long , long ago be dust , Yet live thy nightingales - thine own - for them Death , that takes all , hath never requiem ! 6 This of Simmias is a little earlier ( about 39 CHRYSANTHEMA.
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