Anthology of the World's Best Poems, Volume 4W. H. Wise, 1948 - 3198 pages |
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... Lost , lost , for ever lost In the wide pathless desert of dim Sleep , That beautiful shape ! Does the dark gate of Death Conduct to thy mysterious paradise , O Sleep ? Does the bright arch of rainbow clouds , And pendent mountains seen ...
... Lost , lost , for ever lost In the wide pathless desert of dim Sleep , That beautiful shape ! Does the dark gate of Death Conduct to thy mysterious paradise , O Sleep ? Does the bright arch of rainbow clouds , And pendent mountains seen ...
Page 1746
... lost my Meäry's smile , I thought ; but still I have her chile Zoo like her , that my eyes can treäce The mother's in her daughter's feäce . O little feäce so near to me , An ' like thy mother's gone ; why need I zay , Sweet night cloud ...
... lost my Meäry's smile , I thought ; but still I have her chile Zoo like her , that my eyes can treäce The mother's in her daughter's feäce . O little feäce so near to me , An ' like thy mother's gone ; why need I zay , Sweet night cloud ...
Page 1979
... Lost , lost ! one moment knelled the woe of years . XXXIV There they stood , ranged along the hill - sides , met To view the last of me , a living frame For one more picture ! in a sheet of flame I saw them and I knew them all . And yet ...
... Lost , lost ! one moment knelled the woe of years . XXXIV There they stood , ranged along the hill - sides , met To view the last of me , a living frame For one more picture ! in a sheet of flame I saw them and I knew them all . And yet ...
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