The Poetical Writings of Fitz-Greene Halleck: With Extracts from Those of Joseph Rodman Drake |
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... morning with Dr. William Lang- staff , an eccentric apothecary and an accom- plished mineralogist , with whom they were both intimate ( the two last mentioned were previously fellow - students in the study of medicine with Drs . Bruce ...
... morning with Dr. William Lang- staff , an eccentric apothecary and an accom- plished mineralogist , with whom they were both intimate ( the two last mentioned were previously fellow - students in the study of medicine with Drs . Bruce ...
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... morning , all of which , with a solitary exception , were con- signed to the waste - basket . The friends con- tinued for several months to keep the city in a blaze of excitement ; and it was observed by one of the editors , " that so ...
... morning , all of which , with a solitary exception , were con- signed to the waste - basket . The friends con- tinued for several months to keep the city in a blaze of excitement ; and it was observed by one of the editors , " that so ...
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... morning hour , Pure , warm , as when from heaven It burst on Eden's bower . There is a song of sorrow , The death - dirge of the gay , That tells , cre dawn of morrow , These charms may melt away , That sun's bright beam be shaded ...
... morning hour , Pure , warm , as when from heaven It burst on Eden's bower . There is a song of sorrow , The death - dirge of the gay , That tells , cre dawn of morrow , These charms may melt away , That sun's bright beam be shaded ...
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... morning , when the sun.mer air Wanders , delighted , o'er her face of flowers , And lingers in the ringlets of her hair , We deem the Hebe of Jove's banquet - hours ; She who , at evening , when her fingers press The harp , and wake its ...
... morning , when the sun.mer air Wanders , delighted , o'er her face of flowers , And lingers in the ringlets of her hair , We deem the Hebe of Jove's banquet - hours ; She who , at evening , when her fingers press The harp , and wake its ...
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... morning - gathered wealth of prose and rhyme , Of fruit the flower , of gold the infant ore , The roughest shuns not manhood's stormy clime , But loves wild ocean's winds and breakers ' roar ; While , of the blossoms of the sweet spring ...
... morning - gathered wealth of prose and rhyme , Of fruit the flower , of gold the infant ore , The roughest shuns not manhood's stormy clime , But loves wild ocean's winds and breakers ' roar ; While , of the blossoms of the sweet spring ...
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