Poems, Объемы 1-6William Blackwood and Sons, 1859 |
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... soul grows dark ! Who hears the last shriek from the sinking bark On the mid seas , and with the storm alone , And bearing to the abyss , unseen , unknown , Its freight of human hearts ? The o'ermastering wave ! 8 RECORDS OF WOMAN.
... soul grows dark ! Who hears the last shriek from the sinking bark On the mid seas , and with the storm alone , And bearing to the abyss , unseen , unknown , Its freight of human hearts ? The o'ermastering wave ! 8 RECORDS OF WOMAN.
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... waves dissolving , clear and cold ; When from the grass her dimmed eye caught a gleam— ' Twas where a sword lay shivered by ... wave , Still , mournful , sweet . Were such things for the grave ? Could it be so indeed ? That radiant girl ...
... waves dissolving , clear and cold ; When from the grass her dimmed eye caught a gleam— ' Twas where a sword lay shivered by ... wave , Still , mournful , sweet . Were such things for the grave ? Could it be so indeed ? That radiant girl ...
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... wave was stirred , And a murmur thrilling the scented air , Told where the Bramin bowed in prayer . There wandered a noble Moslem boy , Through that scene of beauty in breathless joy ; He gazed where the stately city rose , Like a ...
... wave was stirred , And a murmur thrilling the scented air , Told where the Bramin bowed in prayer . There wandered a noble Moslem boy , Through that scene of beauty in breathless joy ; He gazed where the stately city rose , Like a ...
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... wave , And bury my red sword and spear , Chiefs in my first - born's grave ! And leave me ! —I have conquered— I ... waves along Her gorgeous vest . A child's light hand is roving 104 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS The Lady of the Castle,
... wave , And bury my red sword and spear , Chiefs in my first - born's grave ! And leave me ! —I have conquered— I ... waves along Her gorgeous vest . A child's light hand is roving 104 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS The Lady of the Castle,
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... ! I hear thy thrilling call ; It comes in the dash of the foaming wave , In the sere leaf's trembling fall ! In the shiver of the tree , I hear thee , O thou Voice ! And I would thy warning were but for me , CAROLAN'S PROPHECY 109.
... ! I hear thy thrilling call ; It comes in the dash of the foaming wave , In the sere leaf's trembling fall ! In the shiver of the tree , I hear thee , O thou Voice ! And I would thy warning were but for me , CAROLAN'S PROPHECY 109.
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