In MemoriamEdward Moxon, 1850 - Počet stran: 210 |
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Strana 4
... hath shaken into frost ! Such clouds of nameless trouble cross All night below the darken'd eyes ; With morning wakes the will , and cries , ' Thou shall not be the fool of loss . ' fast V. I SOMETIMES hold it half a sin To IV. ...
... hath shaken into frost ! Such clouds of nameless trouble cross All night below the darken'd eyes ; With morning wakes the will , and cries , ' Thou shall not be the fool of loss . ' fast V. I SOMETIMES hold it half a sin To IV. ...
Strana 6
... Hath still'd the life that beat from thee . O mother , praying God will save Thy sailor , -while thy head is bow'd , His heavy - shotted hammock - shroud Drops in his vast and wandering grave . Ye know no more than I who wrought At that ...
... Hath still'd the life that beat from thee . O mother , praying God will save Thy sailor , -while thy head is bow'd , His heavy - shotted hammock - shroud Drops in his vast and wandering grave . Ye know no more than I who wrought At that ...
Strana 28
... a beacon guards thee home . So may whatever tempest mars Mid - ocean , spare thee , sacred bark ; And balmy drops in summer dark Slide from the bosom of the stars . So kind an office hath been done , Such precious 28 888.
... a beacon guards thee home . So may whatever tempest mars Mid - ocean , spare thee , sacred bark ; And balmy drops in summer dark Slide from the bosom of the stars . So kind an office hath been done , Such precious 28 888.
Strana 29
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. So kind an office hath been done , Such precious relics brought by thee ; The dust of him I shall not see Till all my widow'd race be run . XVIII . ' Tis well , ' tis something , 29.
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. So kind an office hath been done , Such precious relics brought by thee ; The dust of him I shall not see Till all my widow'd race be run . XVIII . ' Tis well , ' tis something , 29.
Strana 41
... Hath stretch'd my former joy so great ? The lowness of the present state , That sets the past in this relief ? Or that the past will always win A glory from its being far ; And orb into the perfect star We saw not , when we moved ...
... Hath stretch'd my former joy so great ? The lowness of the present state , That sets the past in this relief ? Or that the past will always win A glory from its being far ; And orb into the perfect star We saw not , when we moved ...
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