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84 BRETON , NICHOLAS . Snow - Shower , The 325 L ind , 1855 - 1924 . Song of
Marion ' s M 445 " I would I were an excellent divine ” , 260 Thanatopsis . Phillis
the Fair “ Thou hast put all things under his feet ” . 275 LIJSTOL , LORD .
84 BRETON , NICHOLAS . Snow - Shower , The 325 L ind , 1855 - 1924 . Song of
Marion ' s M 445 " I would I were an excellent divine ” , 260 Thanatopsis . Phillis
the Fair “ Thou hast put all things under his feet ” . 275 LIJSTOL , LORD .
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435 COI VAY , GEORGE . Percles and Aspasia - 430 Enginn , 11 - 143 . How it
happened . . . . , 720 CUNNINGHAM , ALLAN . Sir Marmituke 756 Scotit , 1 - 142 .
Newcastle Apotheca " Thou hast som by thy God , my Jeanie " 121 Toby Tossot .
435 COI VAY , GEORGE . Percles and Aspasia - 430 Enginn , 11 - 143 . How it
happened . . . . , 720 CUNNINGHAM , ALLAN . Sir Marmituke 756 Scotit , 1 - 142 .
Newcastle Apotheca " Thou hast som by thy God , my Jeanie " 121 Toby Tossot .
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While airs impregnated with incense play Thus many a sad to - morrow came and
went , Around her , fanning light her streamers gay , Till , all my stock of infant
sorrows spent , So thou , with sails how swift ! hast reached the I learned at last ...
While airs impregnated with incense play Thus many a sad to - morrow came and
went , Around her , fanning light her streamers gay , Till , all my stock of infant
sorrows spent , So thou , with sails how swift ! hast reached the I learned at last ...
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Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice , And could of men distinguish ,
her election Hath sealed thee for herself ; for thou hast been As one , in suffering
all , that suffers nothing , - A man that Fortune ' s buffets and rewards Hast ta ' en ...
Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice , And could of men distinguish ,
her election Hath sealed thee for herself ; for thou hast been As one , in suffering
all , that suffers nothing , - A man that Fortune ' s buffets and rewards Hast ta ' en ...
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FROM " CORIOLANUS . " ( Aufidius the Volscian to Caius Marcius Coriolanus . ]
AUF . O Marcius , Marcius ! Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my
heart A root of ancient envy . If Jupiter Should from yond ' cloud speak divine
things ...
FROM " CORIOLANUS . " ( Aufidius the Volscian to Caius Marcius Coriolanus . ]
AUF . O Marcius , Marcius ! Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my
heart A root of ancient envy . If Jupiter Should from yond ' cloud speak divine
things ...
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Página 542 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Página 393 - Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight! " " How they'll greet us ! " — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Informações bibliográficas
| Título | A Library of Poetry and Song: Being Choice Selections from the Best Poets |
| Editor | William Cullen Bryant |
| Colaborador | William Cullen Bryant |
| Edição | 20 |
| Editora | J. B. Ford and Company, 1872 |
| Original de | Biblioteca Pública de Nova York |
| Digitalizado | 21 maio 2007 |
| Num. págs. | 789 páginas |
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