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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... WAVES 628 615 • 616 A. C. Smith THE WAIF . 616 Frances Tyrrell Gill BENEATH THE WATTLE BOUGHS Sarah Welch HOW WE BEAT THE FAVORITE THE SICK STOCK - RIDER 617 • · 619 THE DIGGER'S GRAVE · VALEDICTORY 621 James Brunton Stephens Arthur ...
... WAVES 628 615 • 616 A. C. Smith THE WAIF . 616 Frances Tyrrell Gill BENEATH THE WATTLE BOUGHS Sarah Welch HOW WE BEAT THE FAVORITE THE SICK STOCK - RIDER 617 • · 619 THE DIGGER'S GRAVE · VALEDICTORY 621 James Brunton Stephens Arthur ...
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... waves that own no curbing hand , How fast has brother followed brother , From sunshine to the sunless land ! Yet I , whose lids from infant slumber Were earlier raised , remain to hear A timid voice , that asks in whispers , " Who next ...
... waves that own no curbing hand , How fast has brother followed brother , From sunshine to the sunless land ! Yet I , whose lids from infant slumber Were earlier raised , remain to hear A timid voice , that asks in whispers , " Who next ...
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... waves . Thence festal choirs were visible , all crown'd With rose and myrtle if they were inborn ; If from Pandion ... wave outrunning wave , And thought it hard he might not also go And offer up one prayer , and press one hand , He knew ...
... waves . Thence festal choirs were visible , all crown'd With rose and myrtle if they were inborn ; If from Pandion ... wave outrunning wave , And thought it hard he might not also go And offer up one prayer , and press one hand , He knew ...
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... waves Some swimmer's head methought I saw ascend ; I , sitting still , survey'd it with my pipe Awkwardly held before my lips half - clos'd . Gebir ! it was a Nymph ! a Nymph divine ! I cannot wait describing how she came , How I was ...
... waves Some swimmer's head methought I saw ascend ; I , sitting still , survey'd it with my pipe Awkwardly held before my lips half - clos'd . Gebir ! it was a Nymph ! a Nymph divine ! I cannot wait describing how she came , How I was ...
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... wave serene . ' Shepherd , ' said she , and will you wrestle now And with the sailor's hardier race engage ? ' I was rejoiced to hear it , and contriv'd How to keep up contention : could I fail By pressing not too strongly , yet to ...
... wave serene . ' Shepherd , ' said she , and will you wrestle now And with the sailor's hardier race engage ? ' I was rejoiced to hear it , and contriv'd How to keep up contention : could I fail By pressing not too strongly , yet to ...
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