City PoemsMacmillan and Company, 1857 - 190 pages |
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... Like murmur of a leafy sycamore When bees are swarming in the glimmering leaves , Said , " I've a younger brother , very wise , Silent and still , who ever dwells alone— may know . " His name is Death : seek 6 CITY POEMS .
... Like murmur of a leafy sycamore When bees are swarming in the glimmering leaves , Said , " I've a younger brother , very wise , Silent and still , who ever dwells alone— may know . " His name is Death : seek 6 CITY POEMS .
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Alexander Smith. may know . " His name is Death : seek him , and he 66 I cried , " O angel , is there no one else ? " But Sleep stood silent , and his eyes were closed . Methought , when I awoke , " We have two lives ; The soul of man is ...
Alexander Smith. may know . " His name is Death : seek him , and he 66 I cried , " O angel , is there no one else ? " But Sleep stood silent , and his eyes were closed . Methought , when I awoke , " We have two lives ; The soul of man is ...
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... Deaths , Wild - haired and naked Pleasures , Satyrs , Drolls , Which men call Life ; of early Love , which makes A dusty street a sunbeam , daily meals . Enchanted tables spread by angel hands , And rough serge glistering gold ; of the ...
... Deaths , Wild - haired and naked Pleasures , Satyrs , Drolls , Which men call Life ; of early Love , which makes A dusty street a sunbeam , daily meals . Enchanted tables spread by angel hands , And rough serge glistering gold ; of the ...
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... Death was the priest that wed them ; he is hers Henceforward now for ever . Then I heard How Charles stood ' mid the roses in the porch ; Within , his Cousin watched the earliest star , With white hands fluttering o'er the keys , -fair ...
... Death was the priest that wed them ; he is hers Henceforward now for ever . Then I heard How Charles stood ' mid the roses in the porch ; Within , his Cousin watched the earliest star , With white hands fluttering o'er the keys , -fair ...
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... death . Uprose my Dream From its dim lair - for somehow , in my mind , As the deserted East with mournful eyes Stands far back , gazing on the glowing West , Death ever looks on joy . " Ere long , " I thought , " Great Death will hallow ...
... death . Uprose my Dream From its dim lair - for somehow , in my mind , As the deserted East with mournful eyes Stands far back , gazing on the glowing West , Death ever looks on joy . " Ere long , " I thought , " Great Death will hallow ...
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