 | Singapore - 1982 - 712 pages
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 | Edgar Allan Poe, Gary Richard Thompson - Language Arts & Disciplines - 1984 - 1572 pages
...shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not ontains some noble passages. For example: — endeavour; And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart,... | |
 | Emory Elliott - History - 1988 - 1312 pages
...old masters. Not from the hards suhlime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the elouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labor, And nights devoid... | |
 | Emory Elliott - History - 1988 - 1312 pages
...shall soothe this restless feeling. And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters. Not from the bards sublime. Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer,... | |
 | Martin Gardner - Poetry - 1992 - 226 pages
...shall soothe this restless feeling. And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo...to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labor,... | |
 | Edith P. Hazen - Literary Criticism - 1992 - 1172 pages
...shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters. Not s in cups of gold. (1. 9 — 12) 39 The atoms (1. 13-20) 16 And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold... | |
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Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time. 
