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Now wrapt in some mysterious dream , A lone philosopher you seem ; Now quick from hill to vale you fly , And now you sweep the vaulted sky ; A shepherd next , you haunt the plain , And warble forth your oaten strain .
Now wrapt in some mysterious dream , A lone philosopher you seem ; Now quick from hill to vale you fly , And now you sweep the vaulted sky ; A shepherd next , you haunt the plain , And warble forth your oaten strain .
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“ But hark ! the affrighted crowd's tumul . tuous cries Roll through the street , and thunder to the skies : Raised from some pleasing dream of wealth and power , Some pompous palace , or some blissful bower , Aghast you start ...
“ But hark ! the affrighted crowd's tumul . tuous cries Roll through the street , and thunder to the skies : Raised from some pleasing dream of wealth and power , Some pompous palace , or some blissful bower , Aghast you start ...
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... Left his last smile on Lammermore ; Led by those waking dreams of thought That warm the young unpractised breast ... Seen in some vision counted vain , Has struck thy wond'ring eye anew , And brought the long - lost dream again .
... Left his last smile on Lammermore ; Led by those waking dreams of thought That warm the young unpractised breast ... Seen in some vision counted vain , Has struck thy wond'ring eye anew , And brought the long - lost dream again .
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Three arrows pierced the desert air , Ere yet his tender dreams depart ; And one struck deep his forehead fair , And one went through his gentle heart . Love's waking dream is lost in sleepHe lies beneath yon poplar pale ; Ah ! could we ...
Three arrows pierced the desert air , Ere yet his tender dreams depart ; And one struck deep his forehead fair , And one went through his gentle heart . Love's waking dream is lost in sleepHe lies beneath yon poplar pale ; Ah ! could we ...
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“ No , I am not a shepherd's boy , ” Awaking from his dream , he said : Ah , where is now the promised joy Of this ? -for ever , ever fled ! O picture dear ! —for her loved sake How fondly could my heart bewail !
“ No , I am not a shepherd's boy , ” Awaking from his dream , he said : Ah , where is now the promised joy Of this ? -for ever , ever fled ! O picture dear ! —for her loved sake How fondly could my heart bewail !
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Encyclopaedia of English and American Poetry: From Caedmon and King ..., Volum 2 Samuel Orchart Beeton Visualització completa - 1873 |
Encyclopaedia of English and American Poetry, from Caedmon and King ..., Volum 1 Samuel Orchart Beeton Previsualització no disponible - 2012 |
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| Títol | Encyclopaedia of English & American Poetry from Caedmon & King Alfred's Boethius to Browning & Tennyson... Volum 2 de Encyclopaedia of English & American Poetry from Caedmon & King Alfred's Boethius to Browning & Tennyson, Samuel Orchart Beeton |
| Editor | Samuel Orchart Beeton |
| Editor | Ward, Lock & Tyler, 1873 |
| Original de | Universitat de Michigan |
| Digitalitzat el | 1 Març 2008 |
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