The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volume 1Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1828 - English poetry |
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... Rose The Drinking Song of Munich . By Thomas Campbell , Esq . Lines written beneath the Head of Tyrtæus . By L. E. L. Balak and Balaam • 311 312 313 314 315 The Eye 317 PAGE . Amor Patriæ • On a Time - Piece xiv CONTENTS .
... Rose The Drinking Song of Munich . By Thomas Campbell , Esq . Lines written beneath the Head of Tyrtæus . By L. E. L. Balak and Balaam • 311 312 313 314 315 The Eye 317 PAGE . Amor Patriæ • On a Time - Piece xiv CONTENTS .
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... head , Then bounding off , gazed fierce and spirited ; The watch - dog bayed ; the patient steer drew nigh- There was a calm petition in his eye ; Unsocial birds forsook the wild woods far And pecked and fluttered at the lattice bar ...
... head , Then bounding off , gazed fierce and spirited ; The watch - dog bayed ; the patient steer drew nigh- There was a calm petition in his eye ; Unsocial birds forsook the wild woods far And pecked and fluttered at the lattice bar ...
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... head Could trifle with the heart ! The cloud that spread Its chilling veil between them , now had past- Too long awaking - but they woke at last ! He rushed where clung the fainting fair one - sought To soothe with hopes he felt not ...
... head Could trifle with the heart ! The cloud that spread Its chilling veil between them , now had past- Too long awaking - but they woke at last ! He rushed where clung the fainting fair one - sought To soothe with hopes he felt not ...
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... heads - one pang - they strove no more ! He did not love unloved ; for she who prest That clay - cold hand so madly to her breast , Believ'd his vows ; and but for Fortune's scorn Young Love had smiled on this their bridal morn ! But oh ...
... heads - one pang - they strove no more ! He did not love unloved ; for she who prest That clay - cold hand so madly to her breast , Believ'd his vows ; and but for Fortune's scorn Young Love had smiled on this their bridal morn ! But oh ...
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... head , and cries- " It burns , it burns ! " Then shakes as if her heart were ice . Not long The soul , the frame , could brook such bitter wrong : - Beside her lover's that distracted head Rests calm and pale - the grave their bridal ...
... head , and cries- " It burns , it burns ! " Then shakes as if her heart were ice . Not long The soul , the frame , could brook such bitter wrong : - Beside her lover's that distracted head Rests calm and pale - the grave their bridal ...
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