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" To feign the shadow of the trees. And as I wrought, while all above And all around was fragrant air, In the sick burthen of my love It seemed each sun-thrilled blossom there Beat like a heart among the leaves. O heart that never beats nor heaves... "
A Bachelor Husband - Page 294
by Ruby Mildred Ayres - 1920 - 312 pages
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Putnam's Magazine of Literature, Science, Art, and National ..., Issues 31-35

1870
...among the leaves. o heart that never beats nor heaves. In that one darkness lying still, What now to thee my love's great will Or the fine web the sunshine weaves T ***•* Here with her lace doth memory sit Meanwhile, and wait the day's decline. Till other eyes...
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Putnam's Magazine: Original Papers on Literature, Science, Art ..., Volume 6

1870
...the leaves. 0 heart that never beats nor heaves. In that one darkness lying still, ' ' What now to thee my love's great will Or the fine web the sunshine weaves ? Here with her face doth memory sit Meanwhile, and wait the day's decline, Till other eyes shall look...
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The English Poets: Wordsworth to Tennyson

Thomas Humphry Ward - English poetry - 1883
...among the leaves. O heart that never beats nor heaves, In that one darkness lying still, What now to thee my love's great will Or the fine web the sunshine weaves ? For now doth daylight disavow Those days, — nought left to see or hear. Only in solemn whispers...
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The English poets, selections, ed. by T.H. Ward. Wordsworth to Dobell ...

Thomas Humphry Ward - 1883
...among the leaves. O heart that never beats nor heaves, In that one darkness lying still, What now to thee my love's great will Or the fine web the sunshine weaves ? For now doth daylight disavow Those days, — nought left to see or hear. Only in solemn whispers...
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Poems. Prose - tales and literary papers

Dante Gabriel Rossetti - 1886 - 521 pages
...among the leaves. O heart that never beats nor heaves, In that one darkness lying still, What now to thee my love's great will Or the fine web the sunshine weaves ? For now doth daylight disavow Those days — nought left to see or hear. Only in solemn whispers...
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The Collected Works of Dante Gabriel Rossetti, Volume 1

Dante Gabriel Rossetti - Blind tooled bindings - 1886
...among the leaves. O heart that never beats nor heaves, In that one darkness lying still, What now to thee my love's great will Or the fine web the sunshine weaves ? For now doth daylight disavow Those days — nought left to see or hear. Only in solemn whispers...
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The blessed damozel and other poems

Dante Gabriel Rossetti - 1887
...among the leaves. O heart that never beats nor heaves, In that one darkness lying still, What now to thee my love's great will Or the fine web the sunshine weaves? For now doth daylight disavow Those days, — nought left to see or hear. Only in solemn whispers now...
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The English Poets, Volume 4

Thomas Humphry Ward - English poetry - 1893
...among the leaves. O heart that never beats nor heaves, In that one darkness lying still, What now to thee my love's great will Or the fine web the sunshine weaves ? For now doth daylight disavow Those days, — nought left to see or hear. Only in solemn whispers...
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The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions

Thomas Humphry Ward - English poetry - 1894
...among the leaves. O heart that never beats nor heaves, In that one darkness lying still, What now to thee my love's great will Or the fine web the sunshine weaves? For now doth daylight disavow Those days,—nought left to see or hear. Only in solemn whispers now...
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The English Poets, Volume 4

Thomas Humphry Ward - English poetry - 1894
...among the leaves. O heart that never beats nor heaves, In that one darkness lying still, What now to thee my love's great will Or the fine web the sunshine weaves ? For now doth daylight disavow Those days, — nought left to see or hear. Only in solemn whispers...
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