An Oxford Anthology of English PoetryHoward Foster Lowry, Willard Thorp |
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... voice pealing up to the sunny sky , And feet like sunny gems on an English green , Maud in the light of her youth and her grace , Singing of Death , and of Honour that can- not die , Till I well could weep for a time so sordid and mean ...
... voice pealing up to the sunny sky , And feet like sunny gems on an English green , Maud in the light of her youth and her grace , Singing of Death , and of Honour that can- not die , Till I well could weep for a time so sordid and mean ...
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... voice , Seem to bear rather than rejoice . And even could the intemperate prayer Man iterates , while these forbear , For movement , for an ampler sphere , Pierce Fate's impenetrable ear ; Not milder is the general lot Because our ...
... voice , Seem to bear rather than rejoice . And even could the intemperate prayer Man iterates , while these forbear , For movement , for an ampler sphere , Pierce Fate's impenetrable ear ; Not milder is the general lot Because our ...
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... voice is this I hear , Buoyant as morning , and as morning clear ? Say , has some wet bird - haunted English lawn Lent it the music of its trees at dawn ? 20 Or was it from some sun - fleck'd moun- tain - brook That the sweet voice its ...
... voice is this I hear , Buoyant as morning , and as morning clear ? Say , has some wet bird - haunted English lawn Lent it the music of its trees at dawn ? 20 Or was it from some sun - fleck'd moun- tain - brook That the sweet voice its ...
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