English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1844 |
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... seemed , for her now pleases more ; She most , and in her look sums all delight : Such pleasure took the serpent to behold This flowery plat , the sweet recess of Eve Thus early , thus alone . MILTON . EXTRACTS FROM PARADISE REGAINED ...
... seemed , for her now pleases more ; She most , and in her look sums all delight : Such pleasure took the serpent to behold This flowery plat , the sweet recess of Eve Thus early , thus alone . MILTON . EXTRACTS FROM PARADISE REGAINED ...
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... seemed to cloy . Peasants bring forth in safety . Can it be , - Oh thou that wert so happy , so adored ! Those who weep not for kings shall weep for thee , And Freedom's heart , grown heavy , cease to hoard Her many griefs for ONE ; for ...
... seemed to cloy . Peasants bring forth in safety . Can it be , - Oh thou that wert so happy , so adored ! Those who weep not for kings shall weep for thee , And Freedom's heart , grown heavy , cease to hoard Her many griefs for ONE ; for ...
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... seemed Like stars to shepherds ' eyes : - ' t was but a meteor beamed . SUN - SET . BYRON . How dear to me the hour when day - light dies , And sunbeams melt along the silent sea , For then sweet dreams of other days arise , And memory ...
... seemed Like stars to shepherds ' eyes : - ' t was but a meteor beamed . SUN - SET . BYRON . How dear to me the hour when day - light dies , And sunbeams melt along the silent sea , For then sweet dreams of other days arise , And memory ...
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... seemed an idol hymn , now breathes of thee , Tuned by Faith's ear to some celestial melody . There's not a strain to Memory dear , Nor flower in classic grove , There's not a sweet note warbled here , But minds us of thy Love . O Lord ...
... seemed an idol hymn , now breathes of thee , Tuned by Faith's ear to some celestial melody . There's not a strain to Memory dear , Nor flower in classic grove , There's not a sweet note warbled here , But minds us of thy Love . O Lord ...
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alwaye angel art thou Athens behold believe that Thou bless blood boat falls rapidly Brak breath brest bright Canaan cloud COMUS dark dear death deep delight didst doth dread dreams earth ENGLISH POETRY fain fair faithful falls rapidly Adown fayre fear flower gold green grove hand Hark HARP hath hear heart heaven hell hill hire holy KEBLE knocking Lady Lady Macbeth last embrace light little boat falls LIVERPOOL Lord loud Macb Macbeth MATTHEW'S DAY Methought moche moon moonlight mountain murmur night nought numbers o'er pale PARADISE REGAINED PIEMONT plaste pourè preest rock Rome round Sail Seint serene shade shadows shine shuld sight silent sleep song soul star stood stream sweet swiche Thalaba thee thence ther thine things Thou art thought tower trewely unto vale wake watch waves WESTMINSTER BRIDGE whan Wilt thou go wind wing wolde wyll
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