The Poetical Writings of Fitz-Greene Halleck: With Extracts from Those of Joseph Rodman Drake |
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... the Minstrel in Leyden's " Scenes- of Infancy , " to " " " Save others ' names , but leave their own unsung . " Among " THE CROAKERS " will be found three hitherto unpublished pieces from the pen of Mr. Halleck , X PREFACE .
... the Minstrel in Leyden's " Scenes- of Infancy , " to " " " Save others ' names , but leave their own unsung . " Among " THE CROAKERS " will be found three hitherto unpublished pieces from the pen of Mr. Halleck , X PREFACE .
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... scene As silently and sweetly still , As when , at evening , on that hill , While summer's wind blew soft and low , Seated by gallant Hotspur's side His Katherine was a happy bride , A thousand years ago . Gaze on the Abbey's ruined ...
... scene As silently and sweetly still , As when , at evening , on that hill , While summer's wind blew soft and low , Seated by gallant Hotspur's side His Katherine was a happy bride , A thousand years ago . Gaze on the Abbey's ruined ...
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... scenes he loved and sung , And gather feelings not of earth His fields and streams among . They linger by the Doon's low trees , And pastoral Nith , and wooded Ayr , And round thy sepulchres , Dumfries ! The poet's tomb is there . But ...
... scenes he loved and sung , And gather feelings not of earth His fields and streams among . They linger by the Doon's low trees , And pastoral Nith , and wooded Ayr , And round thy sepulchres , Dumfries ! The poet's tomb is there . But ...
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... spirit gay ; But twenty lived to tell the noonday scene- And where are now the twenty ? Passed away . Has Death no triumph hours , save on the battle - day ? 2 * ON THE DEATH OF JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE , OF NEW WYOMING . 33.
... spirit gay ; But twenty lived to tell the noonday scene- And where are now the twenty ? Passed away . Has Death no triumph hours , save on the battle - day ? 2 * ON THE DEATH OF JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE , OF NEW WYOMING . 33.
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... scenes depart , As fades the daybeam in the rosy west . ' Tis with a nameless feeling of regret We gaze upon them as they melt away , And fondly would we bid them linger yet , But Hope is round us with her angel lay , Hailing afar some ...
... scenes depart , As fades the daybeam in the rosy west . ' Tis with a nameless feeling of regret We gaze upon them as they melt away , And fondly would we bid them linger yet , But Hope is round us with her angel lay , Hailing afar some ...
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