The Poets and Poetry of England, in the Nineteenth CenturyCarey & Hart, 1845 - 504 sidor |
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... ne'er In madlier accents rose despair ; And those who heard it , as it past , In mercy wish'd it were the last . Hugo is fallen ; and , from that hour , No more in palace , hall , or bower , Was Parisina heard or seen : Her name as if she ...
... ne'er In madlier accents rose despair ; And those who heard it , as it past , In mercy wish'd it were the last . Hugo is fallen ; and , from that hour , No more in palace , hall , or bower , Was Parisina heard or seen : Her name as if she ...
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... ne'er can speak , Like clouds came floating o'er thy cheek , Such summer - clouds as travel light , When the soul's heaven lies calm and bright ; Till thou awokest , -then to thine eye Thy whole heart leapt in ecstasy ! And lovely is ...
... ne'er can speak , Like clouds came floating o'er thy cheek , Such summer - clouds as travel light , When the soul's heaven lies calm and bright ; Till thou awokest , -then to thine eye Thy whole heart leapt in ecstasy ! And lovely is ...
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... Ne'er sick with joy like the still - hiccupping swal- low's , Ne'er like the nightingale's with grief . Believe me Seclusion is the blessedest estate Life owns ; wouldst be amongst the bless'd on earth , Hie thither ! Eth . Ay - and ...
... Ne'er sick with joy like the still - hiccupping swal- low's , Ne'er like the nightingale's with grief . Believe me Seclusion is the blessedest estate Life owns ; wouldst be amongst the bless'd on earth , Hie thither ! Eth . Ay - and ...
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