English Poetry..: With Introduction, Notes and Illustrations, Том 2P.F. Collier & son, 1910 |
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... WATERS 838 .838 .839 THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER . THE HARP THAT ONCE THROUGH TARA'S HALLS 840 A CANADIAN BOAT - SONG · • • 840 THE JOURNEY ONWARDS • 841 THE YOUNG MAY MOON 842 ECHOES .842 AT THE MID HOUR OF NIGHT .843 CHARLES WOLFE THE ...
... WATERS 838 .838 .839 THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER . THE HARP THAT ONCE THROUGH TARA'S HALLS 840 A CANADIAN BOAT - SONG · • • 840 THE JOURNEY ONWARDS • 841 THE YOUNG MAY MOON 842 ECHOES .842 AT THE MID HOUR OF NIGHT .843 CHARLES WOLFE THE ...
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... water , meditated wild , And all the bloomy beds . Beauteous the moon full on the lawn ; And beauteous when the veil's withdrawn , The virgin to her spouse : Beauteous the temple , decked and filled , When to the heaven of heavens they ...
... water , meditated wild , And all the bloomy beds . Beauteous the moon full on the lawn ; And beauteous when the veil's withdrawn , The virgin to her spouse : Beauteous the temple , decked and filled , When to the heaven of heavens they ...
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... water - side ? Pou'd you the rose or lily ? Or came you by yon meadow green , Or saw you my sweet Willie ? ' & Promised . 2 Lark . Meadows by a river . Separated from my mate . She sought him up , she sought him down , WILLY DROWNED IN ...
... water - side ? Pou'd you the rose or lily ? Or came you by yon meadow green , Or saw you my sweet Willie ? ' & Promised . 2 Lark . Meadows by a river . Separated from my mate . She sought him up , she sought him down , WILLY DROWNED IN ...
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... water - wraith ascend , And gave a doleful groan thro ' Yarrow . His mother from the window look'd With all the longing of a mother ; 1 304 His little sister weeping walk'd The green - wood 512 JOHN LOGAN JOHN LOGAN THE BRAES OF YARROW ...
... water - wraith ascend , And gave a doleful groan thro ' Yarrow . His mother from the window look'd With all the longing of a mother ; 1 304 His little sister weeping walk'd The green - wood 512 JOHN LOGAN JOHN LOGAN THE BRAES OF YARROW ...
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... waters on my cheek bestowed By thy own hand , till fresh they shone and glowed ; All this , and more endearing still than all , Thy constant flow of love , that knew no fall , Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and brakes That humour ...
... waters on my cheek bestowed By thy own hand , till fresh they shone and glowed ; All this , and more endearing still than all , Thy constant flow of love , that knew no fall , Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and brakes That humour ...
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