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" Heaven, her dancing ! Dark was her hair, her hand was white ; Her voice was exquisitely tender ; Her eyes were full of liquid light ; I never saw a waist so slender ! Her every look, her every smile, Shot right and left a score of arrows ; I thought 'twas... "
The poems of Winthrop Mackworth Praed, with a memoir by D. Coleridge - Page 138
by Winthrop Mackworth Praed - 1864
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Selected Poems

Winthrop Mackworth Praed - English poetry - 1953 - 444 pages
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Victorian Vista

James Laver - England - 1954 - 332 pages
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The Home Book of Verse, American and English: With an Appendix ..., Volume 1

Burton Egbert Stevenson - American poetry - 1953 - 2084 pages
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English Poetry: A Short History

Kenneth Hopkins - Literary Collections - 1962 - 580 pages
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Wise, Wanton, Womanly: A Verse Anthology about Woman

John Bishop - English poetry - 1967 - 264 pages
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The Everyman Book of Light Verse

Robert Robinson - Poetry - 1984 - 520 pages
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Innocent Merriment: An Anthology of Light Verse

Franklin P. Adams - Poetry - 2005 - 540 pages
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An Anthology of Light Verse

Louis Kronenberger - Literary Criticism - 2007 - 324 pages
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The Cambridge Book of Lesser Poets

Sir John Collings Squire - Poetry - 1927 - 492 pages
...hearts romancing; She was our queen, our rose, our star; And then she danced — O Heaven, her dancing! Dark was her hair, her hand was white ; Her voice...arrows ; I thought 'twas Venus from her isle, And wonder'd where she'd left her sparrows. She talk'd, — of politics or prayers, — Or Southey's prose,...
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