A New Library of Poetry and Song, Том 2Fords, Howard & Hulbert, 1877 |
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... fields , lately mowed , Wandered the indolent country road . The lovers followed it , listening still , And , loitering slowly , as lovers will , Entered a low - roofed bridge that lay , Dusky and cool , in their pleasant way . Under ...
... fields , lately mowed , Wandered the indolent country road . The lovers followed it , listening still , And , loitering slowly , as lovers will , Entered a low - roofed bridge that lay , Dusky and cool , in their pleasant way . Under ...
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... field . Timorous at first they fluttered round the verge , Balanced and furled their hesitating wings , Then put them forth again with steadier aim ; Now , gaining courage as they felt the wind Dilate their feathers , fill their airy ...
... field . Timorous at first they fluttered round the verge , Balanced and furled their hesitating wings , Then put them forth again with steadier aim ; Now , gaining courage as they felt the wind Dilate their feathers , fill their airy ...
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... field , by the breezes fanned ; And so revel we In the furrowed sea , As joyous and glad as the lark can be . On the placid breast of the inland lake , The wild duck delights her pastime to take ; But the petrel braves The wild ocean ...
... field , by the breezes fanned ; And so revel we In the furrowed sea , As joyous and glad as the lark can be . On the placid breast of the inland lake , The wild duck delights her pastime to take ; But the petrel braves The wild ocean ...
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... field ; When only shining shares , the crooked knife , And hooks imprint the vegetable wound ; When the land blushes with the rose alone , The falling fruitage , and the bleeding vine . O Peace ! thou source and soul of social life ...
... field ; When only shining shares , the crooked knife , And hooks imprint the vegetable wound ; When the land blushes with the rose alone , The falling fruitage , and the bleeding vine . O Peace ! thou source and soul of social life ...
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... field , and , foremost fighting , fell . Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro , And gathering tears , and tremblings of distress , And cheeks all pale which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And ...
... field , and , foremost fighting , fell . Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro , And gathering tears , and tremblings of distress , And cheeks all pale which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And ...
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ALEXANDER POPE ALFRED TENNYSON Anne Hathaway arms beauty bells beneath bird blessed blood blow blue brave breast breath bright brow clouds cried dark dead dear death Deborah Lee deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fear fell flowers frae glory gold grave gray green hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER Kilmeny king kiss land Lars Porsena light lips live look Lord LORD BYRON moon morning ne'er never nevermore night o'er Osawatomie peace roar ROBERT BURNS rock rose round shade shore silent sing sleep smile song soul sound stars steed stood stream sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou thought toil voice waves wild WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind wings
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