The Book of Georgian VerseWilliam Stanley Braithwaite Duckworth, 1914 - 1313 páginas |
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... grave . G. Crabbe 302. To Him Is Reared No Marble Tomb To him is reared no marble tomb , Within the dim cathedral fane ; But some faint flowers of summer bloom , And silent falls the wintry rain . No village monumental stone Records a ...
... grave . G. Crabbe 302. To Him Is Reared No Marble Tomb To him is reared no marble tomb , Within the dim cathedral fane ; But some faint flowers of summer bloom , And silent falls the wintry rain . No village monumental stone Records a ...
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... grave , Before Her throne my wings I wave , Bowing before my Sov'reign's feet , ' The Grave produc'd these blossoms sweet In mild repose from earthly strife ; The blossoms of eternal life ! ' Tomorrow W. Blake IN the down - hill of life ...
... grave , Before Her throne my wings I wave , Bowing before my Sov'reign's feet , ' The Grave produc'd these blossoms sweet In mild repose from earthly strife ; The blossoms of eternal life ! ' Tomorrow W. Blake IN the down - hill of life ...
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... grave . Nine summers had she scarcely seen , The pride of all the vale ; And then she sang ; - she would have been A very nightingale . ' Six feet in Earth my Emma lay ; And yet I loved her more , ་ For so it seemed , than till that day ...
... grave . Nine summers had she scarcely seen , The pride of all the vale ; And then she sang ; - she would have been A very nightingale . ' Six feet in Earth my Emma lay ; And yet I loved her more , ་ For so it seemed , than till that day ...
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Arethusa auld auld lang syne baloo beauty beneath bird bless bloom bonnie Bonny Dundee bosom bower braes breast breath bright Brignall busk canna charms cheek dance dark dead dear death doth dream e'en e'er earth eyes fair fear flowers frae grave green ha'e hame hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill hour Inchcape Rock Kilmeny lady land lass lassie light lo'e look Lord Lord Byron loud maid maun moon morning ne'er never night o'er pain pale R. B. Sheridan rill rose round S. T. Coleridge shade sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou art thought thro tree Twas voice W. S. Landor Warwickshire waves weel weep wild wind wings wyfe Yarrow youth