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... knew them but to love thee , For named the but to foray_ Teay fell when then writely wut dying . ways to wech And tong , when this art hear tufftech . art lying , Will tear , the cold turf sleep . When hearty , why truth my prown , Like ...
... knew them but to love thee , For named the but to foray_ Teay fell when then writely wut dying . ways to wech And tong , when this art hear tufftech . art lying , Will tear , the cold turf sleep . When hearty , why truth my prown , Like ...
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... knew she understood With what a daring wish I trembled . A cloud passed kindly overhead , The moon was slyly peeping through it , Yet hid its face , as if it said , " Come , now or never , do it , do it ! " My lips till then had only ...
... knew she understood With what a daring wish I trembled . A cloud passed kindly overhead , The moon was slyly peeping through it , Yet hid its face , as if it said , " Come , now or never , do it , do it ! " My lips till then had only ...
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... knew , who loved him so , The fearful death he met , When shouting o'er the desert snow , Unarmed and hard beset ; Nor how , when round the frosty pole The northern dawn was red , The mountain wolf and wild - cat stole To banquet on the ...
... knew , who loved him so , The fearful death he met , When shouting o'er the desert snow , Unarmed and hard beset ; Nor how , when round the frosty pole The northern dawn was red , The mountain wolf and wild - cat stole To banquet on the ...
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... knew the fearful death he died , Far down that narrow glen . WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT . MADRIGAL . As I saw fair Chloris walk alone , The feathered rain came softly down , As Jove descending from his tower To court her in a silver shower ...
... knew the fearful death he died , Far down that narrow glen . WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT . MADRIGAL . As I saw fair Chloris walk alone , The feathered rain came softly down , As Jove descending from his tower To court her in a silver shower ...
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... knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face . I told her of the knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that for ten long years he wooed The Lady of the Land . I told her how he pined — and ah ! The deep , the low ...
... knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face . I told her of the knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that for ten long years he wooed The Lady of the Land . I told her how he pined — and ah ! The deep , the low ...
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All's ALLAN CUNNINGHAM angel babe Balow beautiful Annabel Lee birds bloom Bobbett boys breast bright C'est le cœur CHILD cœur qui fait dear death Douglas dream EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN EDWARD COATE PINKNEY face fair fairest thing fait valoir fear Florence Vane flowers fond gentle grace grave grief grieves hath heart heaven HENRY FRANCIS CARY JENNY KISSED JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS knew lassie light live look love thee LOVE'S lover LUDWIG UHLAND luve ly stil MacDonald maid maiden Miss Hallock Miss Ledyard moon mortal eyes ne'er night o'er pain Perilla PHILIP PENDLETON COOKE rest river round shine sighs sleep smile SONG soul stars stept stil and sleipe Sweet hope SYDNEY DOBELL tears tender and true thee weipe There's thik thine thing in mortal THOMAS KIBBLE HERVEY thou thought Tommy's dead Twas valoir les mots village weepen liady weeping wind zeem
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Page 34 - She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face.
Page 61 - TO fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing Spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove, But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew ; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew...
Page 35 - And that he cross'd the mountain-woods, Nor rested day nor night; That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright; And that he knew it was a Fiend, This miserable Knight!
Page 68 - I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honoring thee As giving it a hope, that there It could not withered be. But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee.
Page 140 - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
Page 51 - Tis less of earth than heaven. Her every tone is music's own, Like those of morning birds, And something more than melody Dwells ever in her words; The coinage of her heart are they, And from her lips each flows As one may see the burden'd bee Forth issue from the rose.
Page 62 - Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Arv. Fear no more the frown o...
Page 67 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine.
Page 43 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part, — Nay I have done, you get no more of me; And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free; Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Page 102 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.