GEORGE DARLEY
The thousand car-borne cherubim,
The wandering eleven, All join to chant the dirge of him
Who fell just now from Heaven.
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��HARTLEY COLERIDGE 652 Song
is not fair to outward view As many maidens be, Her loveliness I never knew Until she smiled on me, O, then I saw her eye was bright,
But now her looks are coy and cold, To mine they ne'er reply, And yet I cease not to behold
The love-light in her eye: Her very frowns are fairer far Than smiles of other maidens are.
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��653 Early Death
- HE pass'd away like morning dew
Before the sun was high; So brief her time, she scarcely knew The meaning of a sigh.
As round the rose its soft perfume, Sweet love around her floated;
Admired she grew while mortal doom
Crept on, unfear'd, unnoted.
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