The Royal Gallery of Poetry and Art: An Illustrated Book of the Favorite Poetic Gems of the English Language : the Choicest Productions of Authors, Living and Dead, for the Uncrowned Kings and Queens of American HomesN.D. Thompson Publishing Company, 1886 - 19 страница |
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... Beauty Aux Italiens The Welcome A Pastoral Love at First Sight A Spinning - Wheel Song Philip My King Afton Water The Lily - Pond • • CONTENTS . PAGE . Joanna Baillie 67 Don Piatt 66 Lord Byron 68 Robert Bulwer Lytton 68 Thomas Davis 69 ...
... Beauty Aux Italiens The Welcome A Pastoral Love at First Sight A Spinning - Wheel Song Philip My King Afton Water The Lily - Pond • • CONTENTS . PAGE . Joanna Baillie 67 Don Piatt 66 Lord Byron 68 Robert Bulwer Lytton 68 Thomas Davis 69 ...
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... beauty and inspiration , we cross the sea to Britain , France , or Italy , and come back no richer than we went , because the beauty and inspiration must go with us or we shall not find them anywhere . The fault of spiritual poverty is ...
... beauty and inspiration , we cross the sea to Britain , France , or Italy , and come back no richer than we went , because the beauty and inspiration must go with us or we shall not find them anywhere . The fault of spiritual poverty is ...
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... beauty and joy ; for the world without only reflects the world within . Also , the tasteful improvement of grounds and home exerts a good influence not only upon the inmates , but upon the community . An elegant dwelling , surrounded by ...
... beauty and joy ; for the world without only reflects the world within . Also , the tasteful improvement of grounds and home exerts a good influence not only upon the inmates , but upon the community . An elegant dwelling , surrounded by ...
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... beauty or revelry sips . And now , far removed from the loved habitation , The tear of regret will intrusively swell , As fancy reverts to my father's plantation , And sighs for the bucket that hangs in the well- The old oaken bucket ...
... beauty or revelry sips . And now , far removed from the loved habitation , The tear of regret will intrusively swell , As fancy reverts to my father's plantation , And sighs for the bucket that hangs in the well- The old oaken bucket ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON Baby Bell beauty behold bells Ben Bolt beneath birds blessed bloom blow blue brave breast breath bright brow cloud dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN eyes fair feet FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS flowers forest forever gleam glory grass grave gray green hame hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hills hour kiss land lassie light lips live look LORD BYRON morning mother ne'er never night o'er old Kentucky home river ROBERT BURNS rock rose round shade shadow shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars stream summer sweet tears tell thee thine thou thought tree voice waves weary weep wild WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings young youth
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