PoemsE. Moxon, 1843 - English poetry |
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... Was sloping toward his western bower . Then said she , " I am very dreary , He will not come , " she said ; She wept , " I am aweary , aweary , Oh God , that I were dead ! " ΤΟ CLEAR - HEADED friend , whose joyful scorn , 14 MARIANA .
... Was sloping toward his western bower . Then said she , " I am very dreary , He will not come , " she said ; She wept , " I am aweary , aweary , Oh God , that I were dead ! " ΤΟ CLEAR - HEADED friend , whose joyful scorn , 14 MARIANA .
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... come , And dew is cold upon the ground , And the far - off stream is dumb , And the whirring sail goes round , And the whirring sail goes round ; Alone and warming his five wits , The white owl in the belfry sits . When merry milkmaids ...
... come , And dew is cold upon the ground , And the far - off stream is dumb , And the whirring sail goes round , And the whirring sail goes round ; Alone and warming his five wits , The white owl in the belfry sits . When merry milkmaids ...
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... dewy dawn of memory . II . Come not as thou camest of late , Flinging the gloom of yesternight On the white day ; but robed in soften'd light Of orient state . Whilome thou camest with the morning mist , Even as ODE TO MEMORY.
... dewy dawn of memory . II . Come not as thou camest of late , Flinging the gloom of yesternight On the white day ; but robed in soften'd light Of orient state . Whilome thou camest with the morning mist , Even as ODE TO MEMORY.
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... Come forth I charge thee , arise , Thou of the many tongues , the myriad eyes ! Thou comest not with shows of flaunting vines VOL . I. Unto mine inner eye , Divinest memory ! D Thou wert not nursed by the waterfall Which ever sounds ODE ...
... Come forth I charge thee , arise , Thou of the many tongues , the myriad eyes ! Thou comest not with shows of flaunting vines VOL . I. Unto mine inner eye , Divinest memory ! D Thou wert not nursed by the waterfall Which ever sounds ODE ...
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... Come from the woods that belt the gray The seven elms , the poplars four hill - side , That stand beside my father's door , And chiefly from the brook that loves To purl o'er matted cress and ribbed sand , Or dimple in the dark of rushy ...
... Come from the woods that belt the gray The seven elms , the poplars four hill - side , That stand beside my father's door , And chiefly from the brook that loves To purl o'er matted cress and ribbed sand , Or dimple in the dark of rushy ...
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