Modern Classics, Том 5Houghton Mifflin, 1876 |
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How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell ; We may shut our eyes , but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing ; The breeze comes whispering in our ear , That dandelions are blossoming near , That maize has ...
How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell ; We may shut our eyes , but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing ; The breeze comes whispering in our ear , That dandelions are blossoming near , That maize has ...
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... eyes forget the tears they have shed , The heart forgets its sorrow and ache ; The soul partakes the season's youth , And the sulphurous rifts of passion and woe Lie deep ' neath a silence pure and smooth , Like burnt - out craters ...
... eyes forget the tears they have shed , The heart forgets its sorrow and ache ; The soul partakes the season's youth , And the sulphurous rifts of passion and woe Lie deep ' neath a silence pure and smooth , Like burnt - out craters ...
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... eyes grew dim , Slumber fell like a cloud on him , And into his soul the vision flew . II . The crows flapped over by twos and threes , In the pool drowsed the cattle up to their knees , The little birds sang as if it were The one day ...
... eyes grew dim , Slumber fell like a cloud on him , And into his soul the vision flew . II . The crows flapped over by twos and threes , In the pool drowsed the cattle up to their knees , The little birds sang as if it were The one day ...
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... leper stood up in his eyes And looked at Sir Launfal , and straight- way he Remembered in what a haughtier guise He had flung an alms to leprosie , When he girt his young life up in gilded mail 62 THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL .
... leper stood up in his eyes And looked at Sir Launfal , and straight- way he Remembered in what a haughtier guise He had flung an alms to leprosie , When he girt his young life up in gilded mail 62 THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL .
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... eye , once schooled to serve the brain , With pains deliberate studies to renew The ideal vision : second - thoughts are prose ; For Beauty's acme hath a term as brief As the wave's poise before it break in pearl . Our own breath dims ...
... eye , once schooled to serve the brain , With pains deliberate studies to renew The ideal vision : second - thoughts are prose ; For Beauty's acme hath a term as brief As the wave's poise before it break in pearl . Our own breath dims ...
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