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... Morning Providence Music on the Waters Breathings of Spring Epigram ... ARNOLD , MATTHEW . Tapestry ... Balder's Funeral ... The Litany of Desire ATHERSTONE , EDWIN . Nehushta and Dora BAILEY , P. H. Meditation Song ... Recollections of ...
... Morning Providence Music on the Waters Breathings of Spring Epigram ... ARNOLD , MATTHEW . Tapestry ... Balder's Funeral ... The Litany of Desire ATHERSTONE , EDWIN . Nehushta and Dora BAILEY , P. H. Meditation Song ... Recollections of ...
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... , THOMAS . A Valentine ... 454 CHADWICK , SHELDON . The Little Winter Grave 445 CHAPMAN . Pride of Ancestry A True Women 195 196 CHATTERTON . Morning www 389 APA 241 CHURCHILL . Horses Toiling up Hill CLARE , JOHN . INNDENC 2 .
... , THOMAS . A Valentine ... 454 CHADWICK , SHELDON . The Little Winter Grave 445 CHAPMAN . Pride of Ancestry A True Women 195 196 CHATTERTON . Morning www 389 APA 241 CHURCHILL . Horses Toiling up Hill CLARE , JOHN . INNDENC 2 .
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... .. 240 255 272 ... 307 448 435 ... 445 446 ... 447 ... ... ... ... ... The Thunder Storm in the Wilderness ... ... :: 253 432 ... ... ... 279 338 ... 366 MILTON - continued . Morning ... Morning The First Sabbath xiv INDEX .
... .. 240 255 272 ... 307 448 435 ... 445 446 ... 447 ... ... ... ... ... The Thunder Storm in the Wilderness ... ... :: 253 432 ... ... ... 279 338 ... 366 MILTON - continued . Morning ... Morning The First Sabbath xiv INDEX .
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Beautiful poetry. MILTON - continued . Morning ... Morning The First Sabbath MOORE . Loneliness ... Black and Blue Eyes MURRAY , LINDLEY . Because ... page 331 392 415 196 364 146 N. 183 NEELE , HENRY . Where is He ? NICOLL , ROBERT ...
Beautiful poetry. MILTON - continued . Morning ... Morning The First Sabbath MOORE . Loneliness ... Black and Blue Eyes MURRAY , LINDLEY . Because ... page 331 392 415 196 364 146 N. 183 NEELE , HENRY . Where is He ? NICOLL , ROBERT ...
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... Morning ... The Keepsake Marriage Vows ... ... ... ... The Charge of the Light Brigade Maud : Extracts from ... TENNYSON , FREDERICK . Winds of Spring THOMSON . Spring Morning ... TRENCH , REV . R. C. To an Infant Sleeping Sonnet ...
... Morning ... The Keepsake Marriage Vows ... ... ... ... The Charge of the Light Brigade Maud : Extracts from ... TENNYSON , FREDERICK . Winds of Spring THOMSON . Spring Morning ... TRENCH , REV . R. C. To an Infant Sleeping Sonnet ...
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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!