City PoemsMacmillan and Company, 1857 - 190 pages |
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... Rich Harlequin , the glittering Columbine , Brave dress , enjoyment , universal power ; A single slap of his enchanted sword , Grim caverns open into trees of gold—– At which , mayhap , an angel audience sits , Mingling strange comment ...
... Rich Harlequin , the glittering Columbine , Brave dress , enjoyment , universal power ; A single slap of his enchanted sword , Grim caverns open into trees of gold—– At which , mayhap , an angel audience sits , Mingling strange comment ...
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... still , He goes away in silence ; as we gaze , A trembling sigh is loosened from our lips , Like to the long vibration in the air After a spire has struck the hour of one . We sit together at a rich man's feast , When HORTON . 13.
... still , He goes away in silence ; as we gaze , A trembling sigh is loosened from our lips , Like to the long vibration in the air After a spire has struck the hour of one . We sit together at a rich man's feast , When HORTON . 13.
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Alexander Smith. We sit together at a rich man's feast , When , as if beckoned by an unseen hand , The man whose laugh is loudest in his cups , Rises with a wild face , and goes away From mirth into a shroud without a word . With what ...
Alexander Smith. We sit together at a rich man's feast , When , as if beckoned by an unseen hand , The man whose laugh is loudest in his cups , Rises with a wild face , and goes away From mirth into a shroud without a word . With what ...
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... rich - carved Abbey with its thousand frets And pinnacles , religious with the dead ; Of the brave spirits who go up to woo That terrible City whose neglect is death , Whose smile is fame ; the prosperous one who sits Sole in the summer ...
... rich - carved Abbey with its thousand frets And pinnacles , religious with the dead ; Of the brave spirits who go up to woo That terrible City whose neglect is death , Whose smile is fame ; the prosperous one who sits Sole in the summer ...
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... way ; And amid the words of mercy , falling on my soul like balms , ' Mid the gorgeous storms of music - in the mellow organ - calms , Vide Bu Bus 156-7-8- ' Mid the upward streaming prayers , and the rich 28 CITY POEMS .
... way ; And amid the words of mercy , falling on my soul like balms , ' Mid the gorgeous storms of music - in the mellow organ - calms , Vide Bu Bus 156-7-8- ' Mid the upward streaming prayers , and the rich 28 CITY POEMS .
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