City PoemsMacmillan and Company, 1857 - 190 pages |
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... . That angel Sleep , Who blunts the edge of pain , who brings from Heaven The dead ones to us , took my hand in his , And led me down unto the under - world . We stood beside a drowsy - creeping stream Which ever 4 CITY POEMS .
... . That angel Sleep , Who blunts the edge of pain , who brings from Heaven The dead ones to us , took my hand in his , And led me down unto the under - world . We stood beside a drowsy - creeping stream Which ever 4 CITY POEMS .
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... pain . Sudden , the harvest moon Stood at our backs , and threw long spears of light Before us ' mong the shades ; at that he drew The sluice of silence and his life rushed forth-- Its grief , despair , anguish , and clinging hope . His ...
... pain . Sudden , the harvest moon Stood at our backs , and threw long spears of light Before us ' mong the shades ; at that he drew The sluice of silence and his life rushed forth-- Its grief , despair , anguish , and clinging hope . His ...
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... pain and time ; Then lets , before the smiling hues are dry , His careless sleeve slur all as off he goes . Nature , who makes the perfect rose and bird , Has never made the full and perfect man . In every worthiness there is a flaw ...
... pain and time ; Then lets , before the smiling hues are dry , His careless sleeve slur all as off he goes . Nature , who makes the perfect rose and bird , Has never made the full and perfect man . In every worthiness there is a flaw ...
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... if we heave laborious breath , And crack our hearts and sinews , groan The pain of life but sweetens death , and weep , The hardest labour brings the soundest sleep . On bank and brae how thick they grow , The 64 CITY POEMS .
... if we heave laborious breath , And crack our hearts and sinews , groan The pain of life but sweetens death , and weep , The hardest labour brings the soundest sleep . On bank and brae how thick they grow , The 64 CITY POEMS .
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... pain Unto my heart again ; Before I can recover that I lack The world must be rolled back . Inland I wander slow , Mute with the power the earth and heaven wield : A black spot sails across the golden field , And through the air a crow ...
... pain Unto my heart again ; Before I can recover that I lack The world must be rolled back . Inland I wander slow , Mute with the power the earth and heaven wield : A black spot sails across the golden field , And through the air a crow ...
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