City PoemsMacmillan and Company, 1857 - 190 pages |
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... cloud , The other , silence and the wakeful stars . " I drew my window - curtains , and instead Of the used yesterday , there laughing stood A new - born morning from the Infinite Before my very face ; my heart leaped up . Inexorable ...
... cloud , The other , silence and the wakeful stars . " I drew my window - curtains , and instead Of the used yesterday , there laughing stood A new - born morning from the Infinite Before my very face ; my heart leaped up . Inexorable ...
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... to a lady in his life without Blushing hot to the ears . ' Mong these I sat . The clouds flew from the east unto the west ; St. Stephen , from his airy coronet , In music told the quarters and the hours . We HORTON . 9.
... to a lady in his life without Blushing hot to the ears . ' Mong these I sat . The clouds flew from the east unto the west ; St. Stephen , from his airy coronet , In music told the quarters and the hours . We HORTON . 9.
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... clouds On an old roof - tree furred with emerald moss ; A wide grey windy sea bespecked with foam , A ship beneath bare poles against the rain ; Or thunder steeping all the sunny waste In ominous light . One keen clear autumn day The ...
... clouds On an old roof - tree furred with emerald moss ; A wide grey windy sea bespecked with foam , A ship beneath bare poles against the rain ; Or thunder steeping all the sunny waste In ominous light . One keen clear autumn day The ...
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... clouds from trees that kept A great man's house a secret . He did not speak ; I felt that something hung upon his heart . When the great sunset burned itself away , There lay within the sleepy evening sky Dark purple slips of cloud ...
... clouds from trees that kept A great man's house a secret . He did not speak ; I felt that something hung upon his heart . When the great sunset burned itself away , There lay within the sleepy evening sky Dark purple slips of cloud ...
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... clouds are blown ; The dear old place is now before my eyes , Yea , to the daisy's shadow on the stone . When through the golden furnace of the heat The far - off landscape seems to shake and beat , Within the lake I see old Hodge's ...
... clouds are blown ; The dear old place is now before my eyes , Yea , to the daisy's shadow on the stone . When through the golden furnace of the heat The far - off landscape seems to shake and beat , Within the lake I see old Hodge's ...
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Page 56 - From terrace proud to alley base 1 know thee as my mother's face. When sunset bathes thee in his gold, In wreaths of bronze thy sides are rolled, Thy smoke is dusky fire; And, from the glory round thee poured, A sunbeam like an angel's sword Shivers upon a spire. Thus have I watched thee, Terror! Dream! While the blue Night crept up the stream, wv B.