Poems, Том 1E. Moxon, 1846 - 235 страница |
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... of fretted gold , High - walled gardens green and old ; True Mussulman was I and sworn , For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ARABIAN NIGHTS . II . Anight my RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ARABIAN NIGHTS 22.
... of fretted gold , High - walled gardens green and old ; True Mussulman was I and sworn , For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ARABIAN NIGHTS . II . Anight my RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ARABIAN NIGHTS 22.
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... prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . III . Often , where clear - stemm'd platans guard The outlet , did I turn away The boat - head down a broad canal From the main river sluiced , where all The sloping of the moon - lit sward Was damask ...
... prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . III . Often , where clear - stemm'd platans guard The outlet , did I turn away The boat - head down a broad canal From the main river sluiced , where all The sloping of the moon - lit sward Was damask ...
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... prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . IV . A motion from the river won Ridged the smooth level , bearing on My shallop through the star - strown calm , Until another night in night I enter'd , from the clearer light , Imbower'd vaults of ...
... prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . IV . A motion from the river won Ridged the smooth level , bearing on My shallop through the star - strown calm , Until another night in night I enter'd , from the clearer light , Imbower'd vaults of ...
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... prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . VI . Above thro ' many a bowery turn A walk with vary - colour'd shells Wander'd engrain'd . On either side All round about the fragrant marge From fluted vase , and brazen urn In order , eastern flowers ...
... prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . VI . Above thro ' many a bowery turn A walk with vary - colour'd shells Wander'd engrain'd . On either side All round about the fragrant marge From fluted vase , and brazen urn In order , eastern flowers ...
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... prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . VIII . Black the garden - bowers and grots Slumber'd the solemn palms were ranged Above , unwoo'd of summer wind : A sudden splendour from behind Flush'd all the leaves with rich gold - green , And ...
... prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . VIII . Black the garden - bowers and grots Slumber'd the solemn palms were ranged Above , unwoo'd of summer wind : A sudden splendour from behind Flush'd all the leaves with rich gold - green , And ...
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66 O mother Adeline adown BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER BEN JONSON beneath blow bound in morocco breath brow call me early Camelot cheek cloth dark Dear mother Ida death deep dream Earl was fair earth EDITION EDWARD MOXON Eleänore elegantly bound Enone ESSAYS OF ELIA evermore eyes fall floating flowers folds thy grave forlorn GEORGE DARLEY golden prime goose green that folds harken ere Haroun Alraschid HARTLEY COLERIDGE hath hear heard heart Heaven kiss Lady Clara Vere Lady of Shalott land LEIGH HUNT Let them rave light Lilian lips look look'd moon morn night o'er Oriana POEMS Portrait and Vignette price 16s Queen roll'd round saw thro seem'd shadow sing sleep slowly smile song soul star stept sweet tears thee thine THOMAS CAMPBELL thou thought thro turret and tree Vere de Vere voice volume 8vo weary wild WILLIAM GIFFORD wind
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