The Poetical Works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats: Complete in One VolumeThomas, Cowperthwait & Company no. 253, Market street., 1840 - 522ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... Poor Scholar .... Thomas of Torres The Apple - Tree .. 2 The Heron ..... .... 6 .... The Rose of May . The Pirate ... The Old Man Raymond Philip of Maine .... The Sorrow of Teresa Marien's Pilgrimage : Part I Part II Part III 14 The Dor ...
... Poor Scholar .... Thomas of Torres The Apple - Tree .. 2 The Heron ..... .... 6 .... The Rose of May . The Pirate ... The Old Man Raymond Philip of Maine .... The Sorrow of Teresa Marien's Pilgrimage : Part I Part II Part III 14 The Dor ...
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... poor scholar . Achzib saw him and conversed with him . He found him young , worn out with study , and as simple ... Poor Scholar triumphed , shall be seen . THE POOR SCHOLAR . PERSONS . THE POOR SCHOLAR . ACHZIB , THE PHILOSOPHER . THE ...
... poor scholar . Achzib saw him and conversed with him . He found him young , worn out with study , and as simple ... Poor Scholar triumphed , shall be seen . THE POOR SCHOLAR . PERSONS . THE POOR SCHOLAR . ACHZIB , THE PHILOSOPHER . THE ...
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... Poor Scholar sits for some time as in meditation , then rising and putting away all his books , except the Bible , he sits down again . Life cannot comprehend thee , though thou showest Thyself by all the functions of our life- " Tis ...
... Poor Scholar sits for some time as in meditation , then rising and putting away all his books , except the Bible , he sits down again . Life cannot comprehend thee , though thou showest Thyself by all the functions of our life- " Tis ...
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... poor unmeet ambition Which then was hot within me , and , thank God , Affecteth me no more ! Philos . Nay , but my friend , For your dear mother's sake would you not leave A noble name emblazoned on your tomb ? Schol . Can such poor ...
... poor unmeet ambition Which then was hot within me , and , thank God , Affecteth me no more ! Philos . Nay , but my friend , For your dear mother's sake would you not leave A noble name emblazoned on your tomb ? Schol . Can such poor ...
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... poor pallet has so oft given rest To my o'erwearied limbs , there will I die ! Unto salvation , and the holy spring Of all divine philosophy - and thou poor dust , For which the soul of man is often sold ; Yet wast thou not by evil ...
... poor pallet has so oft given rest To my o'erwearied limbs , there will I die ! Unto salvation , and the holy spring Of all divine philosophy - and thou poor dust , For which the soul of man is often sold ; Yet wast thou not by evil ...
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Achzib ADONIJAH Amariah angels Anne Boleyn ARIOCH arms art thou Babylon beauty behold BELSHAZZAR beneath BENINA BIANCA bird bless blood breath bright brow CALLIAS Caswallon child clouds cold coursers dark dead dear death deep didst dost doth earth Endymion eyes fair father FAZIO fear fierce flowers gentle glory gold golden green hand hath hear heard heart heaven Hengist holy IMLAH King lady LADY ROCHFORD light lips look Lord lute MARGARITA Marien mercy morning mother Nabonassar ne'er neath night NITOCRIS noble o'er OLYBIUS pale poor pride proud Queen Raym rich round Samor sate Saxon seem'd shalt silent sleep soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stood strong sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought throne tree unto voice Vortigern Vortimer weary weep wild wilt wind wings wonder youth
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137 ÆäÀÌÁö - Then wherefore, wherefore were they made, All dyed with rainbow light, All fashioned with supremest grace Upspringing day and night : — Springing in valleys green and low. And on the mountains high, And in the silent wilderness Where no man passes by ? Our outward life requires them not — Then wherefore had they birth ? — : To minister delight to man, To beautify the earth ; To comfort man — to whisper hope, Whene'er his faith is dim, For who so careth for the flowers . Will much more care...