The Oxford Book of Nineteenth-century English VerseJohn Hayward Anthology of some six hundred poems and excerpts by eighty-five poets. |
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... tell thee why it glitters in the morning sky , ' And why it scatters its bright beauty thro ' the humid air . ' Descend , O little Cloud , & hover before the eyes of Thel . ' The Cloud descended , and the Lilly bow'd her modest head And ...
... tell thee why it glitters in the morning sky , ' And why it scatters its bright beauty thro ' the humid air . ' Descend , O little Cloud , & hover before the eyes of Thel . ' The Cloud descended , and the Lilly bow'd her modest head And ...
Page 342
... tell me where is Madeline , ' said he , ' O tell me , Angela , by the holy loom Which none but secret sisterhood may see , When they St. Agnes ' wool are weaving piously . ' XIV ' St. Agnes ! Ah ! it is St. Agnes ' Eve- Yet men will ...
... tell me where is Madeline , ' said he , ' O tell me , Angela , by the holy loom Which none but secret sisterhood may see , When they St. Agnes ' wool are weaving piously . ' XIV ' St. Agnes ! Ah ! it is St. Agnes ' Eve- Yet men will ...
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... tell , Waking , to die . Dreaming a dream to prize , Is wishing ghosts to rise ; And if I had the spell To call the buried well , Which one would I ? IV If there are ghosts to raise , What shall I call , Out of hell's murky haze ...
... tell , Waking , to die . Dreaming a dream to prize , Is wishing ghosts to rise ; And if I had the spell To call the buried well , Which one would I ? IV If there are ghosts to raise , What shall I call , Out of hell's murky haze ...
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GEORGE CRABBE 17541822 | 1 |
The Book of Thel 1789 | 32 |
EMILY JANE BRONTË 181948 | 48 |
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