The American Common-place Book of Poetry: With Occasional Notes |
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... breathing hour : Thou canst not slay its life : it must create ; And , good or ill , there ne'er will come a date To ... breath , Uncalled by God . We look , and name it death . Mad wretch ! the soul hath no last sleep ; the strife To ...
... breathing hour : Thou canst not slay its life : it must create ; And , good or ill , there ne'er will come a date To ... breath , Uncalled by God . We look , and name it death . Mad wretch ! the soul hath no last sleep ; the strife To ...
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... breath away . When , sleeping in my grass - grown bed , Shouldst thou still linger here above , Wilt thou not kneel beside my head , And , sister , sing the song I love ? aware that it has been noticed in any periodical in this country ...
... breath away . When , sleeping in my grass - grown bed , Shouldst thou still linger here above , Wilt thou not kneel beside my head , And , sister , sing the song I love ? aware that it has been noticed in any periodical in this country ...
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... breath of that sweet morn . All things are dark to sorrow ; and the light , And loveliness , and fragrant air were sad To the dejected Hagar . The moist earth Was pouring odors from its spicy pores , And the young birds were caroling aз ...
... breath of that sweet morn . All things are dark to sorrow ; and the light , And loveliness , and fragrant air were sad To the dejected Hagar . The moist earth Was pouring odors from its spicy pores , And the young birds were caroling aз ...
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... breath Of the thick pines , —and tried to comfort him ; But he was sore athirst , and his blue eyes Were dim and bloodshot , and he could not know Why God denied him water in the wild . She sat a little longer , and he grew Ghastly and ...
... breath Of the thick pines , —and tried to comfort him ; But he was sore athirst , and his blue eyes Were dim and bloodshot , and he could not know Why God denied him water in the wild . She sat a little longer , and he grew Ghastly and ...
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... breath ! It chills my frame ! His eyes - their near and dreadful glare Speak that I must not name ! " Thou'rt mad to mount that horse ! " A power within , I must obey , cries , Mount thee , man of sin ! " " He's now astride the ...
... breath ! It chills my frame ! His eyes - their near and dreadful glare Speak that I must not name ! " Thou'rt mad to mount that horse ! " A power within , I must obey , cries , Mount thee , man of sin ! " " He's now astride the ...
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