Selections from the Poetical Works: First Series, Том 1Smith, Elder, 1884 - 288 страница |
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... o'er ! Unless you call me , all the same , Familiarly by my pet name , Which if the Three should hear you call , And me reply to , would proclaim At once our secret to them all . Ask of me , too , command me , blame- Do , break down the ...
... o'er ! Unless you call me , all the same , Familiarly by my pet name , Which if the Three should hear you call , And me reply to , would proclaim At once our secret to them all . Ask of me , too , command me , blame- Do , break down the ...
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... Your perfect self , from ' neath your feet To o'er your head , where , lo , they meet As if a million sword - blades hurled Defiance from you to the world ! Rescue me thou , the only real ! And scare IN A GONDOLA . 61.
... Your perfect self , from ' neath your feet To o'er your head , where , lo , they meet As if a million sword - blades hurled Defiance from you to the world ! Rescue me thou , the only real ! And scare IN A GONDOLA . 61.
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... o'er the boat side , elbow - deep , As I do thus : were death so unlike sleep , Caught this way ? Death ' s to fear from flame or steel , Or poison doubtless ; but from water - feel ! II Go find the bottom ! Would you stay me ? There ...
... o'er the boat side , elbow - deep , As I do thus : were death so unlike sleep , Caught this way ? Death ' s to fear from flame or steel , Or poison doubtless ; but from water - feel ! II Go find the bottom ! Would you stay me ? There ...
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... O'er the small sea - water thread Below them . Ah , the autumn day I , passing , saw you overhead ! First , out a cloud of curtain blew , Then a sweet cry , and last came you— To catch your lory that must needs Escape just then , of all ...
... O'er the small sea - water thread Below them . Ah , the autumn day I , passing , saw you overhead ! First , out a cloud of curtain blew , Then a sweet cry , and last came you— To catch your lory that must needs Escape just then , of all ...
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... o'er the harp - top from her shell As the dry limpet for the lymph Come with a tune he knows so well . And how your statues ' hearts must swell ! And how your pictures must descend To see each other , friend with friend ! Oh , could you ...
... o'er the harp - top from her shell As the dry limpet for the lymph Come with a tune he knows so well . And how your statues ' hearts must swell ! And how your pictures must descend To see each other , friend with friend ! Oh , could you ...
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ÆSCHYLUS beauty bird breast breath brow Camaldolese cheek Clement Marot Crown 8vo dare Dark Tower dead death drop Duke E'en earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face feast fire flesh flowers FREDERICK LEIGHTON Gismond give God's gold grew grey hair hand hath hauberk head heart heaven hope Italy Jacynth JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS King kiss lady LAST DUCHESS laugh leave life's lips live look Lorge Louis-d'or man's mind mouth neath never night o'er once paint pass past perfect PIPPA PASSES Pornic praise pride rest ride ROBERT BROWNING rose round Saint Saul Setebos shut sings sleep smile song soul star stoop stopped sure sweet thee there's thing thou thought thro truth turn twixt VIII watch whole wonder word youth Zeus