Anthology of Romanticism, Volume 2Ernest Bernbaum T. Nelson and sons, 1929 - English literature |
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... Twas simple russet , but it was her own ; ' Twas her own country bred the flock so fair ! ' Twas her own labor did the fleece prepare ; And , sooth to say , her pupils ranged around , Through pious awe , did term it passing rare ; For ...
... Twas simple russet , but it was her own ; ' Twas her own country bred the flock so fair ! ' Twas her own labor did the fleece prepare ; And , sooth to say , her pupils ranged around , Through pious awe , did term it passing rare ; For ...
Page 105
... Twas ere the blooming sweets of May Had lost their freshest hues , When every flower on every hill , In every vale , had drank its fill Of sunshine and of dews . In short , ' twas that sweet season's prime When Spring gives up the reins ...
... Twas ere the blooming sweets of May Had lost their freshest hues , When every flower on every hill , In every vale , had drank its fill Of sunshine and of dews . In short , ' twas that sweet season's prime When Spring gives up the reins ...
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... Twas sad by fits , by starts ' twas wild . But thou , O Hope , with eyes so fair , What was thy delightful measure ? Still it whispered promised pleasure , And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the strain ...
... Twas sad by fits , by starts ' twas wild . But thou , O Hope , with eyes so fair , What was thy delightful measure ? Still it whispered promised pleasure , And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the strain ...
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