Festival of Song ...Frederick Saunders |
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... breath Preluded those melodious bursts , that fill The spacious times of great Elizabeth With sounds that echo still . Campbell , with all a poet's appreciation , has thus beautifully ex- pressed our obligations to the great pioneer ...
... breath Preluded those melodious bursts , that fill The spacious times of great Elizabeth With sounds that echo still . Campbell , with all a poet's appreciation , has thus beautifully ex- pressed our obligations to the great pioneer ...
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... breath did freese , And the dull drops , that from his purpled bill As from a limbeck did adown distil : In his right hand a tipped staffe he held , With which his feeble steps he stayed still ; For he was faint with cold , and weak ...
... breath did freese , And the dull drops , that from his purpled bill As from a limbeck did adown distil : In his right hand a tipped staffe he held , With which his feeble steps he stayed still ; For he was faint with cold , and weak ...
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... breath be rude . Heigh , ho ! sing heigh , ho ! unto the green holly ; Most friendship is feigning , most loving mere folly . * * * * Frequently used by this poet in the sense of Love . From The Tempest : - Come unto these yellow sands 27.
... breath be rude . Heigh , ho ! sing heigh , ho ! unto the green holly ; Most friendship is feigning , most loving mere folly . * * * * Frequently used by this poet in the sense of Love . From The Tempest : - Come unto these yellow sands 27.
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... breath , When they , pale captives , creep to death ! The garlands wither on your brow , Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon death's purple altar , now , See , where the victor - victim bleeds : All heads must come to the cold ...
... breath , When they , pale captives , creep to death ! The garlands wither on your brow , Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon death's purple altar , now , See , where the victor - victim bleeds : All heads must come to the cold ...
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... Breath of a blasting wind ; Nor are ye worn with years , Or warp'd , as we , Who think it strange to see Such pretty flowers , like to orphans young , Speaking by tears before ye have a tongue . Speak , whimp'ring younglings , and make ...
... Breath of a blasting wind ; Nor are ye worn with years , Or warp'd , as we , Who think it strange to see Such pretty flowers , like to orphans young , Speaking by tears before ye have a tongue . Speak , whimp'ring younglings , and make ...
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