Joan of Arc, Ballads, Lyrics, and Minor PoemsG. Routledge and sons, 1870 - 469 էջ |
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Էջ 181
... mind her care , I call'd to mind her love ; How sweetly soft she touch'd the lute How graceful moved amid the dance , Sedition's impious feet Stole on from tent to tent , Till , boldened by success , Aloud the fury lifts her daring ...
... mind her care , I call'd to mind her love ; How sweetly soft she touch'd the lute How graceful moved amid the dance , Sedition's impious feet Stole on from tent to tent , Till , boldened by success , Aloud the fury lifts her daring ...
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... mind Retains its strength , and in the languid eye Religion's holy hopes kindle a joy That makes old age look lovely . All to you Is dark and cheerless ; you in this fair world See some destroying principle abroad , Air , earth , and ...
... mind Retains its strength , and in the languid eye Religion's holy hopes kindle a joy That makes old age look lovely . All to you Is dark and cheerless ; you in this fair world See some destroying principle abroad , Air , earth , and ...
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... mind Depart ; for Lewti is not kind . The moon was high , the moonlight glear , And the shadow of a star Heav'd upon Tamaha's stream ; But the rock shone brighter far , The rock half shelter'd from my view , By pendant boughs of tressy ...
... mind Depart ; for Lewti is not kind . The moon was high , the moonlight glear , And the shadow of a star Heav'd upon Tamaha's stream ; But the rock shone brighter far , The rock half shelter'd from my view , By pendant boughs of tressy ...
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TO A FRIEND IN THE COUNTRY | 238 |
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