The Oxford Book of Nineteenth-century English VerseJohn Hayward Clarendon Press, 1964 - 969 páginas Anthology of some six hundred poems and excerpts by eighty-five poets. |
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... Night & every Morn Some to Misery are Born . Every Morn & every Night Some are Born to sweet delight . 22 of 2 Some are Born to sweet delight , Some are Born to Endless Night . We are led to Believe a Lie When we see not Thro ' the Eye ...
... Night & every Morn Some to Misery are Born . Every Morn & every Night Some are Born to sweet delight . 22 of 2 Some are Born to sweet delight , Some are Born to Endless Night . We are led to Believe a Lie When we see not Thro ' the Eye ...
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... Night SCOTCH AIR OFT in the stilly night , Ere slumber's chain has bound me , Fond Mem'ry brings the light Of other days around me . The smiles , the tears , Of boyhood's years , The words of love then spoken , The eyes that shone , Now ...
... Night SCOTCH AIR OFT in the stilly night , Ere slumber's chain has bound me , Fond Mem'ry brings the light Of other days around me . The smiles , the tears , Of boyhood's years , The words of love then spoken , The eyes that shone , Now ...
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... night , a close warm night It was not like your great and gracious ways It was the cooling hour , just when the rounded . Just at the self - same beat of Time's wide wings . ' Just the place for a Snark ! ' the Bell - man cried ...
... night , a close warm night It was not like your great and gracious ways It was the cooling hour , just when the rounded . Just at the self - same beat of Time's wide wings . ' Just the place for a Snark ! ' the Bell - man cried ...
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GEORGE CRABBE 17541822 | 1 |
The Book of Thel 1789 | 32 |
EMILY JANE BRONTË 181948 | 48 |
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