Living English poets [selections from their works].1883 - 325 pages |
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... play on such a feäce ? No ! She's now staïd , An ' where she play'd , There's noo such maïd that now ha ' took The pleäce that she ha ' long vorsook , Though clack , clack , clack , vrom hour to hour , Wi ' whirlèn stwone an ' streamèn ...
... play on such a feäce ? No ! She's now staïd , An ' where she play'd , There's noo such maïd that now ha ' took The pleäce that she ha ' long vorsook , Though clack , clack , clack , vrom hour to hour , Wi ' whirlèn stwone an ' streamèn ...
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... play in the cool , To the steppèn stwones over the brook , — Aye , the grey blocks o ' rock at the pool . " " Then you don't seem a - born an ' a - bred , " I spoke up , " at a place here about ; An ' she answer'd wi ' cheäks up so red ...
... play in the cool , To the steppèn stwones over the brook , — Aye , the grey blocks o ' rock at the pool . " " Then you don't seem a - born an ' a - bred , " I spoke up , " at a place here about ; An ' she answer'd wi ' cheäks up so red ...
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... played Soft music for the serpent's ear , But now his cunning hand is stayed ; He knows the hour of death is near . And all that live in brake and bough , All ... play As the snake's hollow coil , fresh shed , Rolls 40 LIVING ENGLISH POETS.
... played Soft music for the serpent's ear , But now his cunning hand is stayed ; He knows the hour of death is near . And all that live in brake and bough , All ... play As the snake's hollow coil , fresh shed , Rolls 40 LIVING ENGLISH POETS.
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... play : Birds are in open song , the snakes Are watching in the silent brakes . In sudden fear of snares unseen The birds like crimson sunset swarm , All gold and purple , red and green , And seek each other for the charm . Lizards dart ...
... play : Birds are in open song , the snakes Are watching in the silent brakes . In sudden fear of snares unseen The birds like crimson sunset swarm , All gold and purple , red and green , And seek each other for the charm . Lizards dart ...
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... And on thy ribs the limpet sticks , And in thy heart the scrawl shall play . ' ' Fool , ' he answer'd , ' death is sure To those that stay and those that roam , But I will nevermore endure To sit with empty hands ALFRED TENNYSON 69.
... And on thy ribs the limpet sticks , And in thy heart the scrawl shall play . ' ' Fool , ' he answer'd , ' death is sure To those that stay and those that roam , But I will nevermore endure To sit with empty hands ALFRED TENNYSON 69.
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BABETTE Bassarid beneath birds Born breast breath bright brow CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI dark dead death deep doth dream Drowsietown earth eyes face faint fair fear feet fire flowers Godmar golden grass green grow hair hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill hounds of spring Jehane King kiss laughed leave light lips live morn murmur night nightingale o'er Ozana pain pale powers of Pain rain rest RICHARD WATSON DIXON ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN rose round shadows shining shore silent sing SIR BORS sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul sound stars stood stream strive strong sundew sweet thee THEOPHILE MARZIALS thine things THOMAS WOOLNER thought thro To-morrow turn turn'd unto VIEUXBOIS Vizier voice vrom wake waves weep WILLIAM JOHN COURTHOPE Wilt thou wind wings
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Page 121 - Fool! All that is, at all, Lasts ever, past recall; Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure: What entered into thee, That was, is, and shall be: Time's wheel runs back or stops: Potter and clay endure.
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