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Pagina xix
A Violet in her Hair “ I stand on Zion's mount " Smile and never heed me
SWINBURNE , ALGERNON CHARLES . England , b . 1843Disappointed Lover ,
The . Kissing her Hair Love . “ When the hounds of spring " SYLVESTER ,
JOSHUA .
A Violet in her Hair “ I stand on Zion's mount " Smile and never heed me
SWINBURNE , ALGERNON CHARLES . England , b . 1843Disappointed Lover ,
The . Kissing her Hair Love . “ When the hounds of spring " SYLVESTER ,
JOSHUA .
Pagina 8
( Go to your mother , child , and wipe your Do , good people , move on ! don't
stand staring nose ! ) at me like a parcel of stupid stuck pigs ; Balmy and
breathing music like the south , Saints forbid ! but he's p'r'aps been inviggled ( He
really ...
( Go to your mother , child , and wipe your Do , good people , move on ! don't
stand staring nose ! ) at me like a parcel of stupid stuck pigs ; Balmy and
breathing music like the south , Saints forbid ! but he's p'r'aps been inviggled ( He
really ...
Pagina 22
Standing , with reluctant feet , Where the brook and river meet , Womanhood and
childhood fleet ! Gazing , with a timid glance , On the brooklet's swift advance , On
the river's broad expanse ! “ God save all here , " my comrade cries , And ...
Standing , with reluctant feet , Where the brook and river meet , Womanhood and
childhood fleet ! Gazing , with a timid glance , On the brooklet's swift advance , On
the river's broad expanse ! “ God save all here , " my comrade cries , And ...
Pagina 28
SAMUEL WOODWORTH . WOODMAN , spare that tree ! Touch not a single
bough ! In youth it sheltered me , And I'll protect it now . ' T was my forefather's
hand That placed it near his cot ; There , woodman , let it stand , Thy axe shall ...
SAMUEL WOODWORTH . WOODMAN , spare that tree ! Touch not a single
bough ! In youth it sheltered me , And I'll protect it now . ' T was my forefather's
hand That placed it near his cot ; There , woodman , let it stand , Thy axe shall ...
Pagina 41
I do not love thee , O my fairest , For that richest , for that rarest Silver pillar , which
stands under Thy sound head , that globe ... The lily I condemnéd for thy hand ,
And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair : The roses fearfully on thorns did stand
...
I do not love thee , O my fairest , For that richest , for that rarest Silver pillar , which
stands under Thy sound head , that globe ... The lily I condemnéd for thy hand ,
And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair : The roses fearfully on thorns did stand
...
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