Poets in the PulpitSampson, Law, Marston, Searle & Rivington, 1880 - 291 страница |
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... , as— " Thronging all one porch of Paradise , A group of houris bow'd to see The dying Islamite , with hands and eyes That said , ' We wait for thee . ' " G There was something beautiful about the group of houris bowing Tennyson . 81.
... , as— " Thronging all one porch of Paradise , A group of houris bow'd to see The dying Islamite , with hands and eyes That said , ' We wait for thee . ' " G There was something beautiful about the group of houris bowing Tennyson . 81.
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... thee formless in the fold , And dull'd the murmur on thy lip , — And bore thee where I could not see , Nor 98 Poets in the Pulpit .
... thee formless in the fold , And dull'd the murmur on thy lip , — And bore thee where I could not see , Nor 98 Poets in the Pulpit .
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Hugh Reginald Haweis. And bore thee where I could not see , Nor follow , though I walk in haste , And think that , somewhere in the waste , The Shadow sits and waits for me . " So months rolled on , and Christmas came — a sad anniversary ...
Hugh Reginald Haweis. And bore thee where I could not see , Nor follow , though I walk in haste , And think that , somewhere in the waste , The Shadow sits and waits for me . " So months rolled on , and Christmas came — a sad anniversary ...
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... thee , Thro ' all the secular to be , — But evermore a life behind . " So those who have gone before seem to have stolen a march upon us , and perhaps we shall never be able to overtake them ! Another specu- lation then comes : perhaps ...
... thee , Thro ' all the secular to be , — But evermore a life behind . " So those who have gone before seem to have stolen a march upon us , and perhaps we shall never be able to overtake them ! Another specu- lation then comes : perhaps ...
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... thee forth , and seek A friendship for the years to come . " From this time , having indissolubly associated his friend with the change , peace seems to dawn upon his perturbed spirit ; and now , instead of being reflected by outward ...
... thee forth , and seek A friendship for the years to come . " From this time , having indissolubly associated his friend with the change , peace seems to dawn upon his perturbed spirit ; and now , instead of being reflected by outward ...
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