The Poetical Works of James Russell LowellHoughton, Mifflin, 1890 - 550 страница |
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... waiting there for thee : Look down and see those shapeless forms , Which ever keep their dreamless sleep Far down within the gloomy deep , And only stir themselves in storms , Rising like islands from beneath , And snorting through the ...
... waiting there for thee : Look down and see those shapeless forms , Which ever keep their dreamless sleep Far down within the gloomy deep , And only stir themselves in storms , Rising like islands from beneath , And snorting through the ...
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... waited on By the wind and sun ; The rain and the dew for thee took care ; It seemed thou never couldst be more fair . A lily thou wast when I saw thee first , A lily - bud ; but O , how strange , How full of wonder was the change , When ...
... waited on By the wind and sun ; The rain and the dew for thee took care ; It seemed thou never couldst be more fair . A lily thou wast when I saw thee first , A lily - bud ; but O , how strange , How full of wonder was the change , When ...
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... waiting To sing the beatings of its mighty heart , Too long hath it been patient with the grating Of scrannel - pipes , and heard it mis- named Art . To him the smiling soul of man shall listen , Laying awhile its crown of thorns aside ...
... waiting To sing the beatings of its mighty heart , Too long hath it been patient with the grating Of scrannel - pipes , and heard it mis- named Art . To him the smiling soul of man shall listen , Laying awhile its crown of thorns aside ...
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... wait until the time That I am grown in purity Enough to enter thy pure clime , Then take me , I will gladly go , So that my love remain below ! O , let her stay ! She is by birth We need her more on our poor earth Than thou canst need ...
... wait until the time That I am grown in purity Enough to enter thy pure clime , Then take me , I will gladly go , So that my love remain below ! O , let her stay ! She is by birth We need her more on our poor earth Than thou canst need ...
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... waited with a maddened grin To hear that voice all icy thin Slide forth and tell my deadly sin To hell and heaven , Rosaline ! But no voice came , and then it seemed , That , if the very corpse had screamed , The sound like sunshine ...
... waited with a maddened grin To hear that voice all icy thin Slide forth and tell my deadly sin To hell and heaven , Rosaline ! But no voice came , and then it seemed , That , if the very corpse had screamed , The sound like sunshine ...
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