Idyls and Songs by Francis Turner Palgrave: 1848-1854 |
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XVIII. |
XIX. |
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XXVIII. |
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XXXVII. |
XXXVIII. |
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XLI. |
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XLIII. |
XLIV. |
XLV. |
XLVI. |
XLVII. |
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LIV. |
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LIX. |
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LXI. |
LXIII. |
LXIII. |
LXIV. | LXIV.
TANTALUS. |
LXV. |
LXVI. |
LXVII. |
LXVIII. |
LXIX. |
LXX. |
LXXI. |
LXXII. |
LXXIII. |
LXXIV. |
LXXV. |
LXXVI. |
LXXVII. |
LXXVIII. |
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LXXX. |
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142
LXIV. TANTALUS.
O'er the waves the vessel riding
Proudly courts the freshening breeze:
With her course the eye soft gliding
Lines of coast unfolding sees:
'Tis a deep and tranquil pleasure
So to gaze, in helpless leisure,
On the slopes of corn-clad strand,
On the strips of gleaming sand.
Proudly courts the freshening breeze:
With her course the eye soft gliding
Lines of coast unfolding sees:
'Tis a deep and tranquil pleasure
So to gaze, in helpless leisure,
On the slopes of corn-clad strand,
On the strips of gleaming sand.
Ah what sudden sight entrances
All the eye and all the mind?
Who is she that lightly glances
In the sunshine and the wind?
Drest as fits the golden weather;
Beauty Youth and Love together:
Careless glances scattering round:
Can I here my Love have found?
All the eye and all the mind?
Who is she that lightly glances
In the sunshine and the wind?
Drest as fits the golden weather;
Beauty Youth and Love together:
Careless glances scattering round:
Can I here my Love have found?
Ah too true—Canst thou not spare me
One enchanting moment's glance,
Ere the rushing breezes bear me
From thy sight in harsh advance?—
—On the heedless vessel darting
From myself myself is parting:
Might mine eyes their anchorage see,
Haven of the heart, in Thee!
One enchanting moment's glance,
Ere the rushing breezes bear me
From thy sight in harsh advance?—
—On the heedless vessel darting
From myself myself is parting:
Might mine eyes their anchorage see,
Haven of the heart, in Thee!
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