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... morning came - and still thou wert afar . Oh ! how the chill blast on my bosom blew , And day broke dreary on my troubled view , And still I gazed and gazed - and not a prow Was granted to my tears - my truth - my vow ! At length ...
... morning came - and still thou wert afar . Oh ! how the chill blast on my bosom blew , And day broke dreary on my troubled view , And still I gazed and gazed - and not a prow Was granted to my tears - my truth - my vow ! At length ...
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... morning's blush , And round her mouth there play'd a gentle smile ,. Which tho ' at first it might your terrors hush , It could not , tho ' it strove , at last beguile ; And her hand shook , and then rose the blue vein Branching about ...
... morning's blush , And round her mouth there play'd a gentle smile ,. Which tho ' at first it might your terrors hush , It could not , tho ' it strove , at last beguile ; And her hand shook , and then rose the blue vein Branching about ...
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... morning's light , And clear and cold the Lake flows on ; Close , close the casement , not for sleep , Over such visions eyes but weep . How many share such destiny , How many , lured by fancy's beam , Ask the impossible to be , And pine ...
... morning's light , And clear and cold the Lake flows on ; Close , close the casement , not for sleep , Over such visions eyes but weep . How many share such destiny , How many , lured by fancy's beam , Ask the impossible to be , And pine ...
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... , Or cuckoo's plaintive roundelay . Where'er thy morning breath has play'd , Whatever isles of ocean fann'd Come to my blossom - woven shade , Thou wandering wind of fairy - land . For sure from some enchanted isle , Where heaven and.
... , Or cuckoo's plaintive roundelay . Where'er thy morning breath has play'd , Whatever isles of ocean fann'd Come to my blossom - woven shade , Thou wandering wind of fairy - land . For sure from some enchanted isle , Where heaven and.
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... morning bright , Our spirits in their mirth are such , As turn to gold whate'er they touch . The past ! ' tis nothing , -childhood's day Has rolled too recently away , For youth to shed those mournful tears That fill the eye in older ...
... morning bright , Our spirits in their mirth are such , As turn to gold whate'er they touch . The past ! ' tis nothing , -childhood's day Has rolled too recently away , For youth to shed those mournful tears That fill the eye in older ...
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86 Fleet Street ALFRED TENNYSON amid BARRY CORNWALL beauty beauty's beneath blue bosom bower Boxall breast breath bright BYRON call me early charm cheek child dark dear doth the maiden dream earth EDDERLINE Eleanore Engraved ERINNA evermore eyes face fair fairy fancy floating flowers gaze Genevieve gentle GERTRUDE OF WYOMING glad glade glooms Graces Plate grief Guadalquivir H. T. Ryall happy hath haunted rill heaven hopes hour J. W. Wright lady LADYE laughing light lips London look LORD BYRON loveliness Margarita MEDORA methinks mother mournful murmuring never numbers o'er pale PASSION FLOWER Queen R. A. Artlett reach'd round seem'd sighs silent sing skies smile soft soul spirit star stept Stone tears thee thine THOMAS CAMPBELL thou art thought thy heart Tilt 86 Fleet To-morrow ill twas voice W. H. Mote wandering weep wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wing YOUNG OLYMPIA youth