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... ween , a lovely spot of ground : And there a season atween June and May Half prankt with spring , with summer half im- brown'd , A listless climate made , where , sooth to say , No living wight could work , ne cared even for play . Was ...
... ween , a lovely spot of ground : And there a season atween June and May Half prankt with spring , with summer half im- brown'd , A listless climate made , where , sooth to say , No living wight could work , ne cared even for play . Was ...
Page 240
... ween ; If gold , her locks are finest gold on ground ; If silver , her fair hands are silver sheen : But that which fairest is , but few behold , Her mind , adorn'd with virtues manifold . SPENSER . EFFECT OF BEAUTY . SHE was a form of ...
... ween ; If gold , her locks are finest gold on ground ; If silver , her fair hands are silver sheen : But that which fairest is , but few behold , Her mind , adorn'd with virtues manifold . SPENSER . EFFECT OF BEAUTY . SHE was a form of ...
Page 262
... ween , His rude expression and untutor❜d airs , Beyond the power of language , will unfold The form of beauty smiling at his heart ; How lovely ! how commanding ! but though Heaven In every breast hath sown these early seeds Of love ...
... ween , His rude expression and untutor❜d airs , Beyond the power of language , will unfold The form of beauty smiling at his heart ; How lovely ! how commanding ! but though Heaven In every breast hath sown these early seeds Of love ...
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ANNA SEWARD ANON art thou beams beauty beneath birds bless bloom blossoms blue Bluebottle bower breast breath breeze bright brow buds calm charm cheek child clouds dark dear death deep delight dream earth eternal fair father flowers friends gaze gentle gleams glory glow golden grace Granada grave grief happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hope hour J. G. LOCKHART Lady light lips lonely lonely grove look look'd lovelier maid MARY HOWITT Moorish morn mother mountains murmuring Naiad Nature's ne'er neath night o'er pale Pale flowers pass'd peace rill rose round shade shed shine sigh sight silent sing sister skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star summer sunny sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought throne tree Twas vale voice waves weep wild wind wing young youth