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... Hour - glass BOWLES , CAROLINE . The Dying Mother to her Infant Once upon a Time BOWLES , WILLIAM LISLE . Childe Harold's Last Pilgrimage BRADBURY , S. H. Little Mary Το BRAINARD , JOHN G. C. Epithalamium Autumn ... ... BRENAN , JOSEPH ...
... Hour - glass BOWLES , CAROLINE . The Dying Mother to her Infant Once upon a Time BOWLES , WILLIAM LISLE . Childe Harold's Last Pilgrimage BRADBURY , S. H. Little Mary Το BRAINARD , JOHN G. C. Epithalamium Autumn ... ... BRENAN , JOSEPH ...
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... Hour CAMPBELL , THOMAS , The Battle of the Baltic CAREW . Disdain Returned CARRINGTON , X. T. The Pixies of Devom C. 261 *** 435 CARTER , THOMAS . A Valentine ... 454 CHADWICK , SHELDON . The Little Winter Grave 445 CHAPMAN . Pride of ...
... Hour CAMPBELL , THOMAS , The Battle of the Baltic CAREW . Disdain Returned CARRINGTON , X. T. The Pixies of Devom C. 261 *** 435 CARTER , THOMAS . A Valentine ... 454 CHADWICK , SHELDON . The Little Winter Grave 445 CHAPMAN . Pride of ...
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... Hour of Death 338 ... 414 ... The Sunbeam HERBERT . Proud Humility HERVEY , T. K. The Dancing Girl Reposing The Convict Ship HOLMES , OLIVER WEMDell . The Ploughman The Comet The Star and the Water - lily ... : : 110 ... 400 425 37 234 ...
... Hour of Death 338 ... 414 ... The Sunbeam HERBERT . Proud Humility HERVEY , T. K. The Dancing Girl Reposing The Convict Ship HOLMES , OLIVER WEMDell . The Ploughman The Comet The Star and the Water - lily ... : : 110 ... 400 425 37 234 ...
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... hour that calls The shapes of poplar flame to scale heaven's azure walls . Alike , beneath thine eye , The deeds of darkness and of light are done ; High towards the star - lit sky Towns blaze - the smoke of battle blots the sun- The ...
... hour that calls The shapes of poplar flame to scale heaven's azure walls . Alike , beneath thine eye , The deeds of darkness and of light are done ; High towards the star - lit sky Towns blaze - the smoke of battle blots the sun- The ...
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... hour , To mine eternity . " If out of life it seems to droop and die , So long as God amid archangels stands , Thy ... hours of night Have slowly roll'd away 178 BEAUTIFUL POETRY .
... hour , To mine eternity . " If out of life it seems to droop and die , So long as God amid archangels stands , Thy ... hours of night Have slowly roll'd away 178 BEAUTIFUL POETRY .
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Seite 200 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever. I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles.
Seite 198 - She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
Seite 189 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies ; How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries...
Seite 215 - Or the seven stars to light you, Or the polar ray to right you ; But you never may behold Little John or Robin bold ; Never one, of all the clan, Thrumming on an empty can Some old hunting ditty, while He doth his green way beguile To fair Hostess Merriment Down beside the pasture Trent, For he left the merry tale Messenger for spicy ale.
Seite 208 - THE sun upon the Weirdlaw Hill In Ettrick's vale is sinking sweet; The westland wind is hush and still, The lake lies sleeping at my feet. Yet not the" landscape to mine eye Bears those bright hues that once it bore, Though evening with her richest dye Flames o'er the hills of Ettrick's shore. With listless look along the plain I see Tweed's silver current glide, And coldly mark the holy fane Of Melrose rise in ruined pride. The quiet lake, the balmy air, The hill, the stream, the tower, the tree...
Seite 194 - Morea's hills the setting sun; not as in northern climes obscurely bright, but one unclouded blaze of living light : o'er the hushed deep the yellow beam he throws, gilds the green wave that trembles as it glows. On old jEgina's rock and Idra's isle the god of gladness sheds his parting smile; o'er his own regions lingering, loves to shine, though there his altars are no more divine.
Seite 198 - None like her, none. Just now the dry-tongued laurels' pattering talk Seem'd her light foot along the garden walk, And shook my heart to think she comes once more But even then I "heard her close the door, The gates of Heaven are closed, and she is gone.
Seite 221 - Call for the robin redbreast, and the -wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men.
Seite 200 - I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river...
Seite 194 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!