The PoemsTicknor and Fields, 1866 - 419 oldal |
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5. oldal
... touch our oaks with parting hand : And down the distant valley all is still , And flushed with purple smiles the beckoning hill . II . Come , leave the flowery terrace , leave the beds Where Southern children wake to Northern air : Let ...
... touch our oaks with parting hand : And down the distant valley all is still , And flushed with purple smiles the beckoning hill . II . Come , leave the flowery terrace , leave the beds Where Southern children wake to Northern air : Let ...
12. oldal
... touch a nerve he fain would hide ; But he , with calm and reassuring glance , In which no troubled shadow lay , replied : " That mingled light and darkness are no more In this new life , than are the sun and shade Of painted landscapes ...
... touch a nerve he fain would hide ; But he , with calm and reassuring glance , In which no troubled shadow lay , replied : " That mingled light and darkness are no more In this new life , than are the sun and shade Of painted landscapes ...
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... touch of blame : Yet wholly human was the face , And over them who saw it came The knowledge of their own disgrace . III . It stood , regardless of the crowd , And simply showed what men might be : Its solemn beauty disavowed The curse ...
... touch of blame : Yet wholly human was the face , And over them who saw it came The knowledge of their own disgrace . III . It stood , regardless of the crowd , And simply showed what men might be : Its solemn beauty disavowed The curse ...
39. oldal
... touch reproved : A rose , all white and snowy - meek , It grew upon the dust I loved ! A breeze the holy blossom pressed Upon my lips : dear Saint , I cried , Still blooms the white rose , in my breast , Of Love that Death has ...
... touch reproved : A rose , all white and snowy - meek , It grew upon the dust I loved ! A breeze the holy blossom pressed Upon my lips : dear Saint , I cried , Still blooms the white rose , in my breast , Of Love that Death has ...
63. oldal
... touching close : I made the story mine , Within whose heart , long plighted to the dead , Love built his living shrine . I too had dared , a captive in the land , To pay with love the love that broke my chain : Would she , who waited ...
... touching close : I made the story mine , Within whose heart , long plighted to the dead , Love built his living shrine . I too had dared , a captive in the land , To pay with love the love that broke my chain : Would she , who waited ...
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