Poems of Places: England and Wales, Volumen2Henry Wadsworth Longfellow J.R. Osgood and Company, 1876 |
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... clear , A dream of the former day . At once the flood of the Severn sea Flowed over half the plain , And a hundred capes , with huts and trees , Above the flood remain : " T is water here and water there , And the lordly Parret's way ...
... clear , A dream of the former day . At once the flood of the Severn sea Flowed over half the plain , And a hundred capes , with huts and trees , Above the flood remain : " T is water here and water there , And the lordly Parret's way ...
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... clear the angel - bell , — He was the flower of knights and lords , So chant the requiem well : His wound was deep , and his holy sleep Shall last him many a day , Till the cry of crime in the latter time Shall melt the charm away . A ...
... clear the angel - bell , — He was the flower of knights and lords , So chant the requiem well : His wound was deep , and his holy sleep Shall last him many a day , Till the cry of crime in the latter time Shall melt the charm away . A ...
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... clear , the fields appear , The plain is green and wide ; And once again the mist from the plain Rolls up the Mendip side . The plats were green with lavish growth , And , like a silver cord , Down to the northern bay the Brue Its ...
... clear , the fields appear , The plain is green and wide ; And once again the mist from the plain Rolls up the Mendip side . The plats were green with lavish growth , And , like a silver cord , Down to the northern bay the Brue Its ...
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... the long blaze of tapers clear , The stoléd fathers met the bier : Through the dim aisles , in order dread Of martial woe , the chief they led , And deep intombed in holy ground , Before the altar's GLASTONBURY . 13 KING ARTHUR'S FUNERAL.
... the long blaze of tapers clear , The stoléd fathers met the bier : Through the dim aisles , in order dread Of martial woe , the chief they led , And deep intombed in holy ground , Before the altar's GLASTONBURY . 13 KING ARTHUR'S FUNERAL.
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... clear , The voice that was to him so dear ; But the poet doth not hear . All around his dwelling rise , With their gray heads in the skies , The noble hills that made him wise ; But he doth not ope his eyes . From the little church the ...
... clear , The voice that was to him so dear ; But the poet doth not hear . All around his dwelling rise , With their gray heads in the skies , The noble hills that made him wise ; But he doth not ope his eyes . From the little church the ...
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ABBEY ancient arch behold bells beneath breast breath breeze brow calm clouds crown Cusha dark days of yore dead death deep doth dream dwell earth eyes fair gazed gleam gliding glory GRASMERE grave gray green HADDON HALL hall hand happy hath HATHERN hear heard heart heaven Helvellyn Henry Alford hill holy hour INGLEWOOD FOREST James Payn King light London lonely look Lord mighty MONGEWELL mountain mourned NETLEY ABBEY NEWSTEAD ABBEY night Nore o'er once pass peace Praise rise roar Robert Southey Robert Stephen Hawker rock rolled round Saint scene shade shine sight silent Sir Walter sleep smile solemn song soul sound spot stone stood stream street sweet thee thine Thomas Tickell thou thought tomb towers trees uppe vale voice vulgar Boy walls wave Whittington wild William Lisle Bowles William Shakespeare William Wordsworth wind woods
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