A Victorian Anthology, 1837-1895: Selections Illustrating the Editor's Critical Review of British Poetry in the Reign of Victoria, Volumen 1Edmund Clarence Stedman Houghton Mifflin, 1895 - 744 páginas |
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... ROSE AYLMER . VERSES WHY BURNT 16 DEATH UNDREADED 16 10 MEMORY 16 · • 10 FOR AN EPITAPH AT FIESOLE . 16 ROSE AYLMER'S HAIR , GIVEN BY HER SISTER CHILD OF A DAY FIESOLAN IDYL FAREWELL TO ITALY THE MAID'S LAMENT MARGARET ON MUSIC 10 999 ...
... ROSE AYLMER . VERSES WHY BURNT 16 DEATH UNDREADED 16 10 MEMORY 16 · • 10 FOR AN EPITAPH AT FIESOLE . 16 ROSE AYLMER'S HAIR , GIVEN BY HER SISTER CHILD OF A DAY FIESOLAN IDYL FAREWELL TO ITALY THE MAID'S LAMENT MARGARET ON MUSIC 10 999 ...
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... ROSES • ОH ! WHERE DO FAIRIES HIDE THEIR HEADS ? · Mary Howitt THE SEA FOWLER • CORNFIELDS Thomas Ribble Hervey I THINK ON THEE . Charles Swain 72 TRIPPING DOWN THE FIELD - PATH TAKE THE WORLD AS IT IS LIFE 76 · 76 76 · THE ROSE THOU ...
... ROSES • ОH ! WHERE DO FAIRIES HIDE THEIR HEADS ? · Mary Howitt THE SEA FOWLER • CORNFIELDS Thomas Ribble Hervey I THINK ON THEE . Charles Swain 72 TRIPPING DOWN THE FIELD - PATH TAKE THE WORLD AS IT IS LIFE 76 · 76 76 · THE ROSE THOU ...
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... ROSE 437 417 I WILL NOT LET THEE GO 437 UPON THE SHORE 437 · A PASSER - BY 438 · ELEGY 438 • 417 • THOU DIDST DELIGHT MY EYES AWAKE , MY HEART ! 438 439 · 417 O YOUTH WHOSE HOPE IS HIGH So SWEET LOVE SEEMED 439 439 • 419 • ASIAN BIRDS ...
... ROSE 437 417 I WILL NOT LET THEE GO 437 UPON THE SHORE 437 · A PASSER - BY 438 · ELEGY 438 • 417 • THOU DIDST DELIGHT MY EYES AWAKE , MY HEART ! 438 439 · 417 O YOUTH WHOSE HOPE IS HIGH So SWEET LOVE SEEMED 439 439 • 419 • ASIAN BIRDS ...
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... ROSE AYLMER Ан what avails the sceptred race , Ah what the form divine ! What every virtue , every grace ! Rose Aylmer , all were thine . Rose Aylmer , whom these wakeful eyes May weep , but never see , A night of memories and of sighs ...
... ROSE AYLMER Ан what avails the sceptred race , Ah what the form divine ! What every virtue , every grace ! Rose Aylmer , all were thine . Rose Aylmer , whom these wakeful eyes May weep , but never see , A night of memories and of sighs ...
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... rose , For I would hear the murmuring of my thoughts ; And more of voice than of that other music That grows around the strings of quivering lutes ; But most of thought ; for with my mind I listen , And when the leaves of sound are shed ...
... rose , For I would hear the murmuring of my thoughts ; And more of voice than of that other music That grows around the strings of quivering lutes ; But most of thought ; for with my mind I listen , And when the leaves of sound are shed ...
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Página 132 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life ; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
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Página 153 - MAY I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence : live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self. In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge man's search To vaster issues.