A Victorian Anthology, 1837-1895: Selections Illustrating the Editor's Critical Review of British Poetry in the Reign of Victoria, Volumen1Edmund Clarence Stedman Houghton Mifflin, 1895 - 744 páginas |
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... STORMY PETREL PEACE ! WHAT DO TEARS AVAIL ? LIFE . • THE BLOOD HORSE SIT DOWN , SAD SOUL GOLDEN - TRESSED ADELAIDE A POET'S THOUGHT 14 A PETITION TO TIME . ន ន ន ន ន ន ៧៨៨ ៧៨ 19 20 20 22 32 875 25 26 26 38 39 28 28.
... STORMY PETREL PEACE ! WHAT DO TEARS AVAIL ? LIFE . • THE BLOOD HORSE SIT DOWN , SAD SOUL GOLDEN - TRESSED ADELAIDE A POET'S THOUGHT 14 A PETITION TO TIME . ន ន ន ន ន ន ៧៨៨ ៧៨ 19 20 20 22 32 875 25 26 26 38 39 28 28.
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... GOLDEN MORNING OF THE WORLD A POOR FRENCH SAILOR'S SCOTTISH SWEETHEART · Author Unfound EPITAPH OF DIONYSIA Arthur Hugh Clough • IN A LECTURE - ROOM Coventry Patmore A PROTEST . FROM " THE ANGEL IN THE HOUSE " QUA CURSUM VENTUS THE GIRL ...
... GOLDEN MORNING OF THE WORLD A POOR FRENCH SAILOR'S SCOTTISH SWEETHEART · Author Unfound EPITAPH OF DIONYSIA Arthur Hugh Clough • IN A LECTURE - ROOM Coventry Patmore A PROTEST . FROM " THE ANGEL IN THE HOUSE " QUA CURSUM VENTUS THE GIRL ...
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... GOLDEN BIRCH . • George Frederick Cameron THE GOLDEN TEXT STANDING ON TIPTOE • 654 654 655 655 656 • 656 656 • 657 658 658 645 · Archibald Lampman 646 646 HEAT 659 • BETWEEN THE RAPIDS 659 A FORECAST 660 THE LOONS 661 646 THE CITY OF ...
... GOLDEN BIRCH . • George Frederick Cameron THE GOLDEN TEXT STANDING ON TIPTOE • 654 654 655 655 656 • 656 656 • 657 658 658 645 · Archibald Lampman 646 646 HEAT 659 • BETWEEN THE RAPIDS 659 A FORECAST 660 THE LOONS 661 646 THE CITY OF ...
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... golden moon between the cliff and me , Or thy dark spires of fretted cypresses Bordering the channel of the milky way . Fiesole and Valdarno must be dreams Hereafter , and my own lost Affrico Murmur to me but in the poet's song . I did ...
... golden moon between the cliff and me , Or thy dark spires of fretted cypresses Bordering the channel of the milky way . Fiesole and Valdarno must be dreams Hereafter , and my own lost Affrico Murmur to me but in the poet's song . I did ...
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... GOLDEN - TRESSED ADELAIDE SING , I pray , a little song , Mother dear ! Neither sad nor very long : It is for a little maid , Golden - tressed Adelaide ! Therefore let it suit a merry , merry ear , Mother dear ! Let it be a merry strain ...
... GOLDEN - TRESSED ADELAIDE SING , I pray , a little song , Mother dear ! Neither sad nor very long : It is for a little maid , Golden - tressed Adelaide ! Therefore let it suit a merry , merry ear , Mother dear ! Let it be a merry strain ...
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Página 132 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life ; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
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Página 153 - MAY I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence : live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self. In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge man's search To vaster issues.