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Strona 386
The Magic Car . . . Streamlets . . . Lamentation A Recess A Dell . . . Death A dead
Poet SIGOURNEY , MRS . The Coral Insect . . . SMITH , ALEXANDER . Despair . .
. A Lover ' s Invocation A Child . . . . . . The Happy Isle Passion for Fame .
The Magic Car . . . Streamlets . . . Lamentation A Recess A Dell . . . Death A dead
Poet SIGOURNEY , MRS . The Coral Insect . . . SMITH , ALEXANDER . Despair . .
. A Lover ' s Invocation A Child . . . . . . The Happy Isle Passion for Fame .
Strona 403
And then at last our bliss Full and perfect is , But now begins ; for , from this happy
day , The old Dragon , under ground In straiter limits bound , Not half so far casts
his usurped sway ; And , wroth to see his kingdom tail , Swindges the scaly ...
And then at last our bliss Full and perfect is , But now begins ; for , from this happy
day , The old Dragon , under ground In straiter limits bound , Not half so far casts
his usurped sway ; And , wroth to see his kingdom tail , Swindges the scaly ...
Strona 409
Oh God , she was so happy ! Her short life As full of music as the crowded June
Of an unfallen orb . What is it now ? She gave me her young heart , full , full of
love ; My return - - was to break it . Worse , far worse ; I crept into the chambers of
her ...
Oh God , she was so happy ! Her short life As full of music as the crowded June
Of an unfallen orb . What is it now ? She gave me her young heart , full , full of
love ; My return - - was to break it . Worse , far worse ; I crept into the chambers of
her ...
Strona 424
Oh Fate ! my happy times renew All nature smiles when love is true ; Would he be
kind , I ' d not be sad , And little things should make me glad . Once more for me
the birds should sing , And birds make music with the spring , And Nature ' s ...
Oh Fate ! my happy times renew All nature smiles when love is true ; Would he be
kind , I ' d not be sad , And little things should make me glad . Once more for me
the birds should sing , And birds make music with the spring , And Nature ' s ...
Strona 454
O had his powerful destiny ordain ' d Me some inferior angel , I had stood Then
happy ; no unbounded hope had raised Ambition . Yet , why not ? Some other
power As great might have aspired , and me , though mean , Drawn to his part ;
but ...
O had his powerful destiny ordain ' d Me some inferior angel , I had stood Then
happy ; no unbounded hope had raised Ambition . Yet , why not ? Some other
power As great might have aspired , and me , though mean , Drawn to his part ;
but ...
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| Tytuł | Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, Tom 2 Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, Beautiful poetry |
| Autor | Beautiful poetry |
| Data wydania | 1854 |
| W formie oryginalnej | Uniwersytet Oksfordzki |
| W formie cyfrowej | 27 Wrz 2006 |
| Eksportuj cytowanie | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |