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Lower ' d the grim morn , in murky dies Damp mists involv ' d the scowling skies ,
And dimm ' d the struggling day ; As by the brook , that ling ' ring laves Yon rush -
grown moor with sable waves , Full of the dark resolve he took his sullen way .
Lower ' d the grim morn , in murky dies Damp mists involv ' d the scowling skies ,
And dimm ' d the struggling day ; As by the brook , that ling ' ring laves Yon rush -
grown moor with sable waves , Full of the dark resolve he took his sullen way .
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May she new graces on my form bestow , And with tall honours dignify . my brow !
ODE TO AURORA . ON MELISSA ' S BIRTH - DAY . Of time and nature eldest
born , Emerge , thou rosy - finger ' d morn , Emerge , in purest dress array ' d ,
And ...
May she new graces on my form bestow , And with tall honours dignify . my brow !
ODE TO AURORA . ON MELISSA ' S BIRTH - DAY . Of time and nature eldest
born , Emerge , thou rosy - finger ' d morn , Emerge , in purest dress array ' d ,
And ...
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Now Morn , with rosy - colour ' d finger , rais ' d The sable pall , which provident
Night had thrown O ' er mortals , and their works , when every street ; Straight , or
transverse , that towards Euphrates turns Its sloping path , resounds with festive ...
Now Morn , with rosy - colour ' d finger , rais ' d The sable pall , which provident
Night had thrown O ' er mortals , and their works , when every street ; Straight , or
transverse , that towards Euphrates turns Its sloping path , resounds with festive ...
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Revoke the spell . Thine Edwin frets not so . For how should he at wicked chance
repine , Who feels from every change amusement flow ! Even now his eyes with
smiles of rapture glow , As on he wanders through the scenes of morn ...
Revoke the spell . Thine Edwin frets not so . For how should he at wicked chance
repine , Who feels from every change amusement flow ! Even now his eyes with
smiles of rapture glow , As on he wanders through the scenes of morn ...
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But who the melodies of morn can tell ? The wild brook babbling down the
mountain side ; The lowing herd ; the sheepfold ' s simple bell ; The pipe of early
shepherd dim descried In the lone valley ; echoing far and wide The clamorous
horn ...
But who the melodies of morn can tell ? The wild brook babbling down the
mountain side ; The lowing herd ; the sheepfold ' s simple bell ; The pipe of early
shepherd dim descried In the lone valley ; echoing far and wide The clamorous
horn ...
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| 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 |
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