The Yale Literary Magazine, Том 66Herrick & Noyes., 1901 |
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... dark deeds while yet a scarce grown maid And who with magic awful filled my woman's dower , Lend ye full power . Ye who forsook me in my danger And thoughtless left me in the hands of Fate To be the saving of that god - like stranger ...
... dark deeds while yet a scarce grown maid And who with magic awful filled my woman's dower , Lend ye full power . Ye who forsook me in my danger And thoughtless left me in the hands of Fate To be the saving of that god - like stranger ...
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... dark , The sheepfold's tinkling rises ; in long notes The cowherd drones his call ; and , floating faint From a distant hilltop , horn - blasts swell and die . The oaks have ceased their rustling and are still , Save for the dreamy ...
... dark , The sheepfold's tinkling rises ; in long notes The cowherd drones his call ; and , floating faint From a distant hilltop , horn - blasts swell and die . The oaks have ceased their rustling and are still , Save for the dreamy ...
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... dark swells the joy in her breast . To burst with the rose - rimmed light In bird - caroled pæans of joy for her rest , And joy for her fresh - limbed might . The lovely - haired goodess all radiant springs To greet with a song the morn ...
... dark swells the joy in her breast . To burst with the rose - rimmed light In bird - caroled pæans of joy for her rest , And joy for her fresh - limbed might . The lovely - haired goodess all radiant springs To greet with a song the morn ...
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... darkness melts and passes from the vales ; The meadow - lands are mellowed in the light ; Even the grim and black - browed forests smile , Grow radiant , and drink deep the silver flood . THE YALE LITERARY MAGAZINE . CONDUCTED BY THE ...
... darkness melts and passes from the vales ; The meadow - lands are mellowed in the light ; Even the grim and black - browed forests smile , Grow radiant , and drink deep the silver flood . THE YALE LITERARY MAGAZINE . CONDUCTED BY THE ...
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... the stream Bronze - bearded pikemen swagger to and fro , And merry children watch the painted fish That swim within the mirror flood below . Sometimes at night when all is still and dark , 48 [ No. 584 The Yale Literary Magazine .
... the stream Bronze - bearded pikemen swagger to and fro , And merry children watch the painted fish That swim within the mirror flood below . Sometimes at night when all is still and dark , 48 [ No. 584 The Yale Literary Magazine .
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