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... ruin , lone and hoary , The ruin old , Where thou didst hark my story , At even told : That spot , the hues Elysian Of sky and plain , I treasure in my vision , Florence Vane ! I loved the long and clearly . My Florence Van 9.
... ruin , lone and hoary , The ruin old , Where thou didst hark my story , At even told : That spot , the hues Elysian Of sky and plain , I treasure in my vision , Florence Vane ! I loved the long and clearly . My Florence Van 9.
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... ruin old , where thou didst hash at even toed , my story . ynai spor - the hues Elysian Of sky and plain - I treasure in my vision , Horence Vane . Philip Pendleton Cooke . FLORENCE VANE . Thou wast lovelier than the roses In.
... ruin old , where thou didst hash at even toed , my story . ynai spor - the hues Elysian Of sky and plain - I treasure in my vision , Horence Vane . Philip Pendleton Cooke . FLORENCE VANE . Thou wast lovelier than the roses In.
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... ruined tower . The moonshine , stealing o'er the scene , Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there - my hope , my joy , My own dear Genevieve ! She leaned against the armed man , The statue of the armed knight ; She stood ...
... ruined tower . The moonshine , stealing o'er the scene , Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there - my hope , my joy , My own dear Genevieve ! She leaned against the armed man , The statue of the armed knight ; She stood ...
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... ruin wild and hoary . 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 . I told her of the knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that ...
... ruin wild and hoary . 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 . I told her of the knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that ...
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... may break , you may ruin , the vase if you will , But the scent of the roses will hang round it still . THOMAS MOORE . JENNY KISSED ME . JENNY kissed me when we met 46 FAREWELL! BUT WHENEVER YOU WELCOME THE HOUR......... Thomas Moore.
... may break , you may ruin , the vase if you will , But the scent of the roses will hang round it still . THOMAS MOORE . JENNY KISSED ME . JENNY kissed me when we met 46 FAREWELL! BUT WHENEVER YOU WELCOME THE HOUR......... Thomas Moore.
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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.