Encyclopaedia of English and American Poetry: From Caedmon and King Alfred's Boethius to Browning and Tennyson, Volume 2Ward, 1873 |
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... Night dews fall not more gently to the ground , Nor weary , worn - out winds expire so soft . Behold him in the ... night , a long and moonless night ; We make the grave our bed , and then are gone . Thus , at the shut of even , the ...
... Night dews fall not more gently to the ground , Nor weary , worn - out winds expire so soft . Behold him in the ... night , a long and moonless night ; We make the grave our bed , and then are gone . Thus , at the shut of even , the ...
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... NIGHT . These thoughts , O Night ! are thine ; From thee they came like lovers ' secret sighs , While others slept . So Cynthia , poets feign , In shadows veiled , soft , sliding from her sphere , Her shepherd cheered ; of her enamoured ...
... NIGHT . These thoughts , O Night ! are thine ; From thee they came like lovers ' secret sighs , While others slept . So Cynthia , poets feign , In shadows veiled , soft , sliding from her sphere , Her shepherd cheered ; of her enamoured ...
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... night , E'en in the zenith of her dark domain , Is sunshine to the colour of my fate . Night , sable goddess ! from her ebon throne , In rayless majesty , now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumb'ring world . Silence how dead ...
... night , E'en in the zenith of her dark domain , Is sunshine to the colour of my fate . Night , sable goddess ! from her ebon throne , In rayless majesty , now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumb'ring world . Silence how dead ...
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... night - struck fancy dreams - the yelling ghost . Among the crooked lanes , on every hedge , The glowworm lights his gem ; and through the dark A moving radiance twinkles . Evening yields The world to night ; not in her winter robe Of ...
... night - struck fancy dreams - the yelling ghost . Among the crooked lanes , on every hedge , The glowworm lights his gem ; and through the dark A moving radiance twinkles . Evening yields The world to night ; not in her winter robe Of ...
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... night He lay a corpse on the Braes of Yarrow . Much I rejoiced that waeful waeful day ; I sang , my voice the woods returning , But lang ere night the spear was flown That slew my love , and left me mourning . What can my barbarous ...
... night He lay a corpse on the Braes of Yarrow . Much I rejoiced that waeful waeful day ; I sang , my voice the woods returning , But lang ere night the spear was flown That slew my love , and left me mourning . What can my barbarous ...
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Encyclopaedia of English and American Poetry: From Caedmon and ..., Volume 2 Samuel Orchart Beeton Visualização completa - 1873 |
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