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As from the heart ' s impelling pow ' r The life - blood pours its genial store ;
Though , taking each a various way , The active streams meand ' ring play
Through ev ' ry artery , ev ' ry vein , All to the heart return again ; From thence
resume their ...
As from the heart ' s impelling pow ' r The life - blood pours its genial store ;
Though , taking each a various way , The active streams meand ' ring play
Through ev ' ry artery , ev ' ry vein , All to the heart return again ; From thence
resume their ...
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... Vain is the lightning of your eyes , And vainer still your gilded smile . , Loves , in
your smiles , no longer play ; Your lips , your tongue have lost their art ; Those
eyes have now forgot the way That led directly to my heart . Hear me ; and judge
if ...
... Vain is the lightning of your eyes , And vainer still your gilded smile . , Loves , in
your smiles , no longer play ; Your lips , your tongue have lost their art ; Those
eyes have now forgot the way That led directly to my heart . Hear me ; and judge
if ...
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works of John Oldham , P . Whitehead , and Andrew Marvell . For the last of those
tasks he was grossly unqualified . THE SAILOR ' S FAREWELL . The topsails
shiver in the wind , The ship she casts to sea ; But yet my soul , my heart , my
mind ...
works of John Oldham , P . Whitehead , and Andrew Marvell . For the last of those
tasks he was grossly unqualified . THE SAILOR ' S FAREWELL . The topsails
shiver in the wind , The ship she casts to sea ; But yet my soul , my heart , my
mind ...
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In vain the chief his , anguish strove to hide , Sighs rent his breast and chill ' d the
vital tide , To Joshua then , whose heart beside her mourn ' d , With gaze of keen
distress the charmer turn ' d . « Oh ! generous chief , to misery ever kind , Thou ...
In vain the chief his , anguish strove to hide , Sighs rent his breast and chill ' d the
vital tide , To Joshua then , whose heart beside her mourn ' d , With gaze of keen
distress the charmer turn ' d . « Oh ! generous chief , to misery ever kind , Thou ...
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SONNET , Cord is the senseless heart that never strove , With the mild tumult of a
real flame ; Rugged the breast that beauty cannot tame , Nor youth ' s enlivening
graces teach to love The pathless vale , the long - forsaken grove , The rocky ...
SONNET , Cord is the senseless heart that never strove , With the mild tumult of a
real flame ; Rugged the breast that beauty cannot tame , Nor youth ' s enlivening
graces teach to love The pathless vale , the long - forsaken grove , The rocky ...
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Библиографски подаци
| Наслов | Whitehead, 1785, to Anstey, 1805 Том 7 књиге Specimens of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical Notices, and an Essay on English Poetry, Thomas Campbell |
| Уредник | Thomas Campbell |
| Издавач | John Murray, 1819 |
| Оригинал из | Јавна библиотека града Њујорка |
| Дигитализовано | 20 окт 2006 |
| Извоз навода | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |