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... breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty , frieze , buttress , Nor coigne of vantage , but this bird hath made His pendent bed , and procreant cra- dle : Where they Most breed and haunt , I have ob- serv'd the air Is delicate . SHAKSPEARE ...
... breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty , frieze , buttress , Nor coigne of vantage , but this bird hath made His pendent bed , and procreant cra- dle : Where they Most breed and haunt , I have ob- serv'd the air Is delicate . SHAKSPEARE ...
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... breath or beams have got proud Earth with child Of all the treasure that great Na- ture's worth , And makes her every minute to bring forth ? How comes it winter is so quite forced hence And locked up under ground ? That every sense ...
... breath or beams have got proud Earth with child Of all the treasure that great Na- ture's worth , And makes her every minute to bring forth ? How comes it winter is so quite forced hence And locked up under ground ? That every sense ...
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... breath of great - eyed kine , Sweet as the blossoms of the vine : Here thou behold'st thy large sleek neat Unto the dew - laps up in meat ; And as thou look'st , the wanton steere , The heifer , cow , and oxe draw neare , To make a ...
... breath of great - eyed kine , Sweet as the blossoms of the vine : Here thou behold'st thy large sleek neat Unto the dew - laps up in meat ; And as thou look'st , the wanton steere , The heifer , cow , and oxe draw neare , To make a ...
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... , and draw- ing deep The long - suspended breath , again I spurned The foam which broke around me , and pursued My track like a sea - bird . — I was a boy then . BYRON . - SKATING . - In the frosty season , when NATURE . 21 Swimming.
... , and draw- ing deep The long - suspended breath , again I spurned The foam which broke around me , and pursued My track like a sea - bird . — I was a boy then . BYRON . - SKATING . - In the frosty season , when NATURE . 21 Swimming.
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... breath of the gale ? " Surely the soul of the hero rejoices , And rides on the wind o'er his own Highland vale : Round Loch na Gair , while the stormy mist gathers , Winter presides in his cold icy car ; Clouds there encircle the forms ...
... breath of the gale ? " Surely the soul of the hero rejoices , And rides on the wind o'er his own Highland vale : Round Loch na Gair , while the stormy mist gathers , Winter presides in his cold icy car ; Clouds there encircle the forms ...
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auld auld lang syne beauty BEN JONSON beneath birds blessed blood blow brave breast breath brow busk clouds Clyde's water COVENTRY PATMORE cried crown dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes F. B. SANBORN face fair Fair Annie fear flowers frae Glenlogie gold grace green hand hath head hear heard heart heaven heir of Linne holy honor JEAN INGELOW king lady land light live look Lord Maryland maun morn ne'er never night o'er Osawatomie pray ring rock rose round sail SHAKSPEARE shalt ship shore sing sleep smile song soul sound spirit stars steed stood Svend Vonved sweet sword tears tell thee thet thine thing thou art thought Toll slowly tree Twas unto voice wave weep wild wind wood word
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