The Home Book of Verse: American and English, 1580-1918, Volume 2 |
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... dust that day Made me welcome Saint Peray . Though till then I had not heard Aught about him , ere a third Of a litre passed my lips , All saints else were in eclipse . For his gentle spirit glided With such magic into mine , That ...
... dust that day Made me welcome Saint Peray . Though till then I had not heard Aught about him , ere a third Of a litre passed my lips , All saints else were in eclipse . For his gentle spirit glided With such magic into mine , That ...
Page 2009
... dust ! We sing round the tree . Care , like a dun , Lurks at the gate : Let the dog wait ; Happy we'll be ! Drink , every one ; Pile up the coals , Fill the red bowls Round the old tree ! Drain we the cup.- Friend , art afraid ? Spirits ...
... dust ! We sing round the tree . Care , like a dun , Lurks at the gate : Let the dog wait ; Happy we'll be ! Drink , every one ; Pile up the coals , Fill the red bowls Round the old tree ! Drain we the cup.- Friend , art afraid ? Spirits ...
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... have , above ground , seen some strange mutations : The Roman empire has begun and ended , New worlds have risen , we have lost old nations ; And countless kings have into dust been humbled , While Address to a Mummy 2117.
... have , above ground , seen some strange mutations : The Roman empire has begun and ended , New worlds have risen , we have lost old nations ; And countless kings have into dust been humbled , While Address to a Mummy 2117.
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... dust , Maryland ! Thy beaming sword shall never rust , Maryland ! Remember Carroll's sacred trust , Remember Howard's warlike thrust , And all thy slumberers with the just , Maryland , my Maryland ! Come ! ' tis the red dawn of the day ...
... dust , Maryland ! Thy beaming sword shall never rust , Maryland ! Remember Carroll's sacred trust , Remember Howard's warlike thrust , And all thy slumberers with the just , Maryland , my Maryland ! Come ! ' tis the red dawn of the day ...
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... dust ! O senseless clay ! Is this the end ? Is this the end ? Peace , peace ! we wrong the noble dead To vex their solemn slumber so ; Though childless , and with thorn - crowned head , Up the steep road must England go , Yet when this ...
... dust ! O senseless clay ! Is this the end ? Is this the end ? Peace , peace ! we wrong the noble dead To vex their solemn slumber so ; Though childless , and with thorn - crowned head , Up the steep road must England go , Yet when this ...
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