The Poets and Poetry of England, in the Nineteenth CenturyCarey & Hart, 1845 - 504ÆäÀÌÁö |
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Rufus Wilmot Griswold. Till , as the morning sunbeams glow , The cold phosphoric fires decay . That is the grave to Lucy shown , - The soil a pure and silver sand , The green , cold moss above it grown , Unpluck'd of all but maiden hand ...
Rufus Wilmot Griswold. Till , as the morning sunbeams glow , The cold phosphoric fires decay . That is the grave to Lucy shown , - The soil a pure and silver sand , The green , cold moss above it grown , Unpluck'd of all but maiden hand ...
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... cold , and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony . Some might lament that I were cold , As I , when this sweet day is gone , Which my lost heart , too soon grown old , Insults with this untimely moan : They might ...
... cold , and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony . Some might lament that I were cold , As I , when this sweet day is gone , Which my lost heart , too soon grown old , Insults with this untimely moan : They might ...
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... COLD BEAUTY . Of vile and mean , of fierce and bad ; The same fair light that shone in streams , The fairy lamp that ... cold and cruel part ? When he sets the rivers free , Thou dost still lock up thy heart ; - Thou that shouldst ...
... COLD BEAUTY . Of vile and mean , of fierce and bad ; The same fair light that shone in streams , The fairy lamp that ... cold and cruel part ? When he sets the rivers free , Thou dost still lock up thy heart ; - Thou that shouldst ...
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