City PoemsMacmillan and Company, 1857 - 190 pages |
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... talk , But ere the midnight grew into the morn , He seemed a mighty angel sent from God Standing before us - drunk ; a sinful song Staining his radiant lips . I often sat At those wild drinking bouts , which seemed divine In a great ...
... talk , But ere the midnight grew into the morn , He seemed a mighty angel sent from God Standing before us - drunk ; a sinful song Staining his radiant lips . I often sat At those wild drinking bouts , which seemed divine In a great ...
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... talk Flagged oft , and unpropelled , would ever turn Into the current of his soul which set , Constant toward his grief . One afternoon We wandered forth toward the Raven's Hill , Whence we might watch the sunset fill the vale . A ...
... talk Flagged oft , and unpropelled , would ever turn Into the current of his soul which set , Constant toward his grief . One afternoon We wandered forth toward the Raven's Hill , Whence we might watch the sunset fill the vale . A ...
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... talk like this ( Though , I confess it , not so neatly said ) Besets us everywhere ; if well for once— Repeated , ' tis as if we supped with Jones , Next eve with Brown , and found the self - same roast Gracing both tables , -which it ...
... talk like this ( Though , I confess it , not so neatly said ) Besets us everywhere ; if well for once— Repeated , ' tis as if we supped with Jones , Next eve with Brown , and found the self - same roast Gracing both tables , -which it ...
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... talk Here split in petty rills which ran to waste , And sank in silence . When that swallows ' haunt , St. Stephen's , with its showers of silvery chimes , Stood black against the red dilated sun , Labour laid down his tools and went ...
... talk Here split in petty rills which ran to waste , And sank in silence . When that swallows ' haunt , St. Stephen's , with its showers of silvery chimes , Stood black against the red dilated sun , Labour laid down his tools and went ...
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... talk , Proud of the notice of the gaitered groom ; A shallow river breaks o'er shallow falls . Beside the ancient sluice that turns the mill The lusty miller bawls ; The parson listens in his garden - walk , The red - cloaked woman ...
... talk , Proud of the notice of the gaitered groom ; A shallow river breaks o'er shallow falls . Beside the ancient sluice that turns the mill The lusty miller bawls ; The parson listens in his garden - walk , The red - cloaked woman ...
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