Rhymes with a reason, by B.1857 |
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... fashion , Yet looking proof ' gainst all mishap— A bird of prey ; very English and French , all redolent of wars ; Our Western Brother of the stripes and stars , The small - eyed Tartar , and the fierce Maltese- All these , and more ...
... fashion , Yet looking proof ' gainst all mishap— A bird of prey ; very English and French , all redolent of wars ; Our Western Brother of the stripes and stars , The small - eyed Tartar , and the fierce Maltese- All these , and more ...
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... fashion world say ? This " card - leaving " world say ? I don't care I'm sure . APRIL . SONG . COME , with thy dewy showers ! April , I hail thy birth ! Come , and wake up the flowers , And give drink to the thirsty earth . Come , with ...
... fashion world say ? This " card - leaving " world say ? I don't care I'm sure . APRIL . SONG . COME , with thy dewy showers ! April , I hail thy birth ! Come , and wake up the flowers , And give drink to the thirsty earth . Come , with ...
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Angel of Death bloom of twenty breath BRIDGE OF BOATS bright brother caïque Christ cloak of clustering dear e'en earth with wires Euxine's fields are laden finger-touch flowers foes God's gold nor silver gone grief hail thy birth hands Hast thou ne'er heard heart and narrower Heaven heaven-sent rain labour land LITTLE FRANCES look million lips MOON name be borne narrower head neath need nor gold o'er Old centuries pomp and thy pray prayer showeth skies slowly homeward go smile soft red glow song soul Stamboul strange world SUMFIELD summer hours SUNDAY AT BALAKLAVA tears tell I'm sure terrible world say thee thine thou dost thou know'st tis Thou look'st alike thou ne'er thought thy dewy showers thy majesty thy pomp Tis this thought toil truth twenty summers unto voice waving corn fields Weep WEST HARDING STREET wide earth wings wintry worm you-God
Popular passages
Page 1 - LANG hae thought, my youthfu' friend, A something to have sent you, Tho' it should serve nae ither end Than just a kind memento ; But how the subject theme may gang, Let time and chance determine ; Perhaps, it may turn out a sang, Perhaps, turn out a sermon.