The Hundred Best English PoemsT. Y. Crowell, 1904 - 216 páginas |
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... rest By all their country's wishes bless'd ! When Spring , with dewy fingers cold , Returns to deck their hallow'd mould , She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod . By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By ...
... rest By all their country's wishes bless'd ! When Spring , with dewy fingers cold , Returns to deck their hallow'd mould , She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod . By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By ...
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... rest , Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood . Th ' applause of list'ning senates to command , The threats of pain and ruin to despise , To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land , And read their history in a nation's eyes , Their ...
... rest , Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood . Th ' applause of list'ning senates to command , The threats of pain and ruin to despise , To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land , And read their history in a nation's eyes , Their ...
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... rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth , to fortune and to fame unknown : Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth , And melancholy mark'd him for her own . Large was his bounty , and his soul sincere , THOMAS GRAY . 57.
... rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth , to fortune and to fame unknown : Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth , And melancholy mark'd him for her own . Large was his bounty , and his soul sincere , THOMAS GRAY . 57.
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... with the daring Last look of despairing Fix'd on futurity . Perishing gloomily , Spurr'd by contumely , Cold inhumanity , Burning insanity , Into her rest . - Cross her hands humbly , As if praying dumbly , THOMAS HOOD . 71.
... with the daring Last look of despairing Fix'd on futurity . Perishing gloomily , Spurr'd by contumely , Cold inhumanity , Burning insanity , Into her rest . - Cross her hands humbly , As if praying dumbly , THOMAS HOOD . 71.
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... rest Within his sacred chest , Nought but profoundest hell can be his shroud ; In vain , with timbrelled anthems dark , The sable - stoled sorcerers bear his worshipped ark . XXV . He feels , from Juda's land , The JOHN MILTON .
... rest Within his sacred chest , Nought but profoundest hell can be his shroud ; In vain , with timbrelled anthems dark , The sable - stoled sorcerers bear his worshipped ark . XXV . He feels , from Juda's land , The JOHN MILTON .
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