English sonnets by poets of the past, ed. by S. WaddingtonSamuel Waddington 1882 |
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... raptures flashed between , And peopled thick the silent Appian Way . Rome , 1822 . Is this the spot where Rome's eternal foe Into his CHARLES STRONG . BY POETS OF THE PAST . 109 Past the grey tombs what space an arrow flies.
... raptures flashed between , And peopled thick the silent Appian Way . Rome , 1822 . Is this the spot where Rome's eternal foe Into his CHARLES STRONG . BY POETS OF THE PAST . 109 Past the grey tombs what space an arrow flies.
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... gladdened a more peaceful scene ; Never left softer breeze a fairer sky To sport upon thy waters , Thrasymene ! ACING , as I was wont , on day of CHARLES STRONG . 110 ENGLISH SONNETS . Is this the spot where Charles Strong Rome's eternal.
... gladdened a more peaceful scene ; Never left softer breeze a fairer sky To sport upon thy waters , Thrasymene ! ACING , as I was wont , on day of CHARLES STRONG . 110 ENGLISH SONNETS . Is this the spot where Charles Strong Rome's eternal.
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... things were bought and sold , For two or three thus gathered to his fold . RE the wide waters on my view had smiled , CHARLES STRONG . BY POETS OF THE PAST . III Pacing, as I was wont, day of rest Charles Strong Charles Strong III.
... things were bought and sold , For two or three thus gathered to his fold . RE the wide waters on my view had smiled , CHARLES STRONG . BY POETS OF THE PAST . III Pacing, as I was wont, day of rest Charles Strong Charles Strong III.
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... veils The western sky , a warrior - ship advanced , — On the blue waste a Pyramid of Sails . WAS near the walls that gird the imperial town , CHARLES STRONG . 112 ENGLISH SONNETS . Ere the wide waters on view had smiled.
... veils The western sky , a warrior - ship advanced , — On the blue waste a Pyramid of Sails . WAS near the walls that gird the imperial town , CHARLES STRONG . 112 ENGLISH SONNETS . Ere the wide waters on view had smiled.
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... no gleam kindles , sunk in deathlike sleep , His ruin , Rome , is darker than thine own . I THOU ! whose golden reins curb steeds of fire , CHARLES STRONG . BY POETS OF THE PAST . 113 'Twas near the walls that gird the imperial town.
... no gleam kindles , sunk in deathlike sleep , His ruin , Rome , is darker than thine own . I THOU ! whose golden reins curb steeds of fire , CHARLES STRONG . BY POETS OF THE PAST . 113 'Twas near the walls that gird the imperial town.
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Página 117 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.