English Poetry: Volume 2P.F. Collier & son, 1910 Vol.1 Chaucer to Gray, Vol. 2 Collins to Fitzgerald. |
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... DEATH OF DR . Robert Levet • 515 OLIVER GOLDSMITH RETALIATION A SATIRE WHEN LOVELY WOMAN STOOPS THE DESERTED VILLAGE 516 517 517 • 521 THE TRAVELLER ; OR , A PROSPECT OF SOCIETY • 532 ROBERT GRAHAM OF GARTMORE IF DOUGHTY DEEDS 544 477 ...
... DEATH OF DR . Robert Levet • 515 OLIVER GOLDSMITH RETALIATION A SATIRE WHEN LOVELY WOMAN STOOPS THE DESERTED VILLAGE 516 517 517 • 521 THE TRAVELLER ; OR , A PROSPECT OF SOCIETY • 532 ROBERT GRAHAM OF GARTMORE IF DOUGHTY DEEDS 544 477 ...
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... THE GRASSHOPPER AND CRICKET . 919 ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER 919 To SLEEP .. 920 THE HUMAN SEASONS 920 GREAT SPIRITS NOW ON EARTH ARE SOJOURNING 921 PAGE JOHN KEATS ( Continued ) THE TERROR of Death 484 CONTENTS.
... THE GRASSHOPPER AND CRICKET . 919 ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER 919 To SLEEP .. 920 THE HUMAN SEASONS 920 GREAT SPIRITS NOW ON EARTH ARE SOJOURNING 921 PAGE JOHN KEATS ( Continued ) THE TERROR of Death 484 CONTENTS.
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... DEATH OF ARTEMIDORA 926 IPHIGENEIA 927 ' DO YOU REMEMBER ME ? ' 929 FOR AN EPITAPH AT FIESOLE ON LUCRETIA BORGIA'S HAIR 929 • 929 ON HIS SEVENTY - FIFTH BIRTHDAY 929 TO MY NINTH DECADE DEATH STANDS ABOVE ME 929 • 930 ON LIVING TOO LONG ...
... DEATH OF ARTEMIDORA 926 IPHIGENEIA 927 ' DO YOU REMEMBER ME ? ' 929 FOR AN EPITAPH AT FIESOLE ON LUCRETIA BORGIA'S HAIR 929 • 929 ON HIS SEVENTY - FIFTH BIRTHDAY 929 TO MY NINTH DECADE DEATH STANDS ABOVE ME 929 • 930 ON LIVING TOO LONG ...
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... leaf , and pick the snail , Then wantonly to death decree An insect usefuller than thee ? Thou and the worm are brother - kind , As low , as earthy , and as blind . 299 Vain wretch ! canst thou expect to see The GEORGE SEWELL 493 IV.
... leaf , and pick the snail , Then wantonly to death decree An insect usefuller than thee ? Thou and the worm are brother - kind , As low , as earthy , and as blind . 299 Vain wretch ! canst thou expect to see The GEORGE SEWELL 493 IV.
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... Death appears , In spite of wishes , groans , and tears ; Nor one of all thy plants that grow But Rosemary will with thee go . ALISON RUTHERFORD COCKBURN [ 1712-1794 ] THE FLOWERS OF THE FOREST ' I'VE seen the smiling Of Fortune ...
... Death appears , In spite of wishes , groans , and tears ; Nor one of all thy plants that grow But Rosemary will with thee go . ALISON RUTHERFORD COCKBURN [ 1712-1794 ] THE FLOWERS OF THE FOREST ' I'VE seen the smiling Of Fortune ...
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