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William Wordsworth: Lucy Gray
OFT I had heard of Lucy Gray: And, when I crossed the wild, I chanced to see at break of day The solitary child. No mate, no comrade Lucy knew; She dwelt on a wide moor, --The sweetest thing that ever...
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Thomas Moore: Oh, Ye Dead!
Oh, ye Dead! oh, ye Dead! whom we know by the light you give From your cold gleaming eyes, though you move like men who live, Why leave you thus your graves, In far off fields and waves, Where the worm...
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Thomas Moore: Song of the Evil Spirit of the Woods
Song of the Evil Spirit of the Woods.[1] _qua via difficilis, quaque est via nulla_ OVID _Metam. lib_ iii. v. 227. Now the vapor, hot and damp, Shed by day’s expiring lamp, Through the misty ether...
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Thomas Crofton Croker: The Death Coach
‘T IS midnight ! – how gloomy and dark ! By Jupiter there ‘s not a star! - ‘T is fearful ! – ‘t is awful ! – and hark ! What sound is that comes from afar? Still rolling and rumbling, that sound Makes...
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William Morris: The Tune of the Seven Towers (via Victorian Web)
No one goes there now: For what is left to fetch away From the desolate battlements all arow, And the lead roof heavy and grey? ‘Therefore,’ said fair Yoland of the flowers, ‘This is the tune of...
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