Little Classics: Poems, lyricalRossiter Johnson J.R. Osgood, 1875 |
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... pain . Turn thee , turn thee on thy pillow : get thee to thy rest again . Nay , but Nature brings thee solace ; for a tender voice will cry . " Tis a purer life than thine ; a lip to drain thy trouble dry . Baby lips will laugh me down ...
... pain . Turn thee , turn thee on thy pillow : get thee to thy rest again . Nay , but Nature brings thee solace ; for a tender voice will cry . " Tis a purer life than thine ; a lip to drain thy trouble dry . Baby lips will laugh me down ...
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... slight a thing . Weakness to be wroth with weakness ! woman's pleasure , woman's pain , ― Nature made them blinder motions bounded in a shallower brain : B Woman is the lesser man , and all thy passions LOCKSLEY HALL . 17.
... slight a thing . Weakness to be wroth with weakness ! woman's pleasure , woman's pain , ― Nature made them blinder motions bounded in a shallower brain : B Woman is the lesser man , and all thy passions LOCKSLEY HALL . 17.
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... pains ! ― Mated with a squalid savage- - what to me were sun or clime ? I the heir of all the ages , in the foremost files of time , ― I that rather held it better men should perish one by one , Than that earth should stand at gaze like ...
... pains ! ― Mated with a squalid savage- - what to me were sun or clime ? I the heir of all the ages , in the foremost files of time , ― I that rather held it better men should perish one by one , Than that earth should stand at gaze like ...
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... riot in my heart , Eight books ... it will not number nine ! I die before my heroine . Sister ! they say that drowning men in one wild moment can recall Their whole life long , and feel again the pain 24 LITTLE CLASSICS .
... riot in my heart , Eight books ... it will not number nine ! I die before my heroine . Sister ! they say that drowning men in one wild moment can recall Their whole life long , and feel again the pain 24 LITTLE CLASSICS .
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Rossiter Johnson. Their whole life long , and feel again the pain — the bliss that thronged it all : - - Last night those phantoms of the Past again came crowding round me fast . Near morning , when the lamp was low , against the wall ...
Rossiter Johnson. Their whole life long , and feel again the pain — the bliss that thronged it all : - - Last night those phantoms of the Past again came crowding round me fast . Near morning , when the lamp was low , against the wall ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON blow bonnets of bonnie bonnie Dundee boys brave breast breath bright cowslips crown Cusha dark dead dear death doth dream earth eyes fall feel fill flower Fontenoy forever Freedom's ahead galloped gang free glory glow golden hand hath head hear heard heart heaven honor JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JEAN INGELOW JOHN MILTON kiss land let us gang life's light lips live Lochiel Locksley Hall long thoughts look Lord Lycidas morn mourn Neath nebber never night o'er open the Westport pain pale flower passion primroses rise ROBERT BUCHANAN round saddle your horses shadow shadows rise shining shore sigh silent sing smile song soul sound spring star sweet tears thee thine things thou thoughts of youth toil uppe voice wander wave weep Westport and let wheel wild WILLIAM MOTHERWELL wind wind's youth are long
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