Records of WomanWoodstock Books, 1991 - 323 ページ |
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... pale marble's veins . It grows - and now I give my own life's history to thy brow , Forsaken Ariadne ! It is a great piece of writing , akin to the Byron of Childe Harold , Canto III ' Tis to create , and in creating live A being more ...
... pale marble's veins . It grows - and now I give my own life's history to thy brow , Forsaken Ariadne ! It is a great piece of writing , akin to the Byron of Childe Harold , Canto III ' Tis to create , and in creating live A being more ...
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... .— On Aymer's tomb fresh flowers in garlands lay , Thro ' the dim fane soft summer - odours breathing , And all the pale sepulchral trophies wreathing , And with a flush of deeper brilliance glowing In the 100 RECORDS OF WOMAN .
... .— On Aymer's tomb fresh flowers in garlands lay , Thro ' the dim fane soft summer - odours breathing , And all the pale sepulchral trophies wreathing , And with a flush of deeper brilliance glowing In the 100 RECORDS OF WOMAN .
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... pale fair form , that held on earth Communion but with grief . Ere long a cell , A rock - hewn chapel rose , a cross of stone Gleam'd thro ' the dark trees o'er a sparkling well , And a sweet voice , of rich , yet mournful tone , Told ...
... pale fair form , that held on earth Communion but with grief . Ere long a cell , A rock - hewn chapel rose , a cross of stone Gleam'd thro ' the dark trees o'er a sparkling well , And a sweet voice , of rich , yet mournful tone , Told ...
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Gertrude or Fidelity till Death | 55 |
Imelda | 61 |
Edith a Tale of the Woods | 69 |
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bear beauty beneath bird breast breath breeze bright brow cheek child clear dark dead death deep dream dwell earth Ev'n face fair fear flow flowers forest gathering gentle give glad glance gleam glow gone grave green grief hair hall hand happy hath head hear heart heaven holy hope hour land leaves lifted light lips live lone look lov'd meet memory midst mother mournful never night o'er once pale pass'd proud rest rich rose round shadow silent sleep smile soft song soul sound speak spirit spring stars stood stream strong sweet sword tears tender thee thine things thou Thou hast thought thro tone tree unto voice wandering waters wave wild wind woman's woods young youth