The Cambridge Book of Poetry and SongCharlotte Fiske Bates |
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Ęschylus angels art thou Aurora Leigh Babie Bell beauty beneath bird blessed bliss bloom breast breath bright brow calm child cloud crown dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth evermore eyes face fair fear flowers frae glory gold golden grave gray green hand happy hath hear heart heaven hope hour kiss land Lars Porsena leaves life's light lips live lonely look love's lyre morning ne'er never night o'er pain Philip Van Artevelde praise rest rose round S. T. Coleridge Samian wine shine shore sigh silent sing skies sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul spirit spring stars summer sweet T. B. Aldrich tears tell tempest thee thine things thou art thou hast thought Twas voice waves weary weep wild wind wings wonder youth
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