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... GRAY . BY R. S. GILBERT . PHILADELPHIA : JOHN W. MCORE , 138 CHESTNUT ST . MDCCCXLV . 102489 ENCX AND NGAT ONS . 1908 MUY WOM OLION. WITH THIRTY - THREE ILLUSTRATIONS , ENGRAVED ON WOOD , And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds :
... GRAY . BY R. S. GILBERT . PHILADELPHIA : JOHN W. MCORE , 138 CHESTNUT ST . MDCCCXLV . 102489 ENCX AND NGAT ONS . 1908 MUY WOM OLION. WITH THIRTY - THREE ILLUSTRATIONS , ENGRAVED ON WOOD , And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds :
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... Wood , as well as its general adoption , in some measure superseding the use of Copper and Steel , led to the present attempt to apply this mode of embellishment to a Poem of such general and deserved celebrity , and which appeared to ...
... Wood , as well as its general adoption , in some measure superseding the use of Copper and Steel , led to the present attempt to apply this mode of embellishment to a Poem of such general and deserved celebrity , and which appeared to ...
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... to their sickle yield ; Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team a - field ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! UBLIC LIBRANT A. TOR LENOX AND VIII . Let not ...
... to their sickle yield ; Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team a - field ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! UBLIC LIBRANT A. TOR LENOX AND VIII . Let not ...
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... , at the foot of yonder nodding beech , That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high , His listless length , at noontide , would he stretch , And pore upon the brook that babbles by . XXVII . " Hard by yon wood , now smiling ...
... , at the foot of yonder nodding beech , That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high , His listless length , at noontide , would he stretch , And pore upon the brook that babbles by . XXVII . " Hard by yon wood , now smiling ...
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Thomas Gray John Martin. XXVII . " Hard by yon wood , now smiling , as in scorn , Muttering his wayward fancies , he would rove ; Now drooping , woeful , wan , like one forlorn , Or craz'd with care , or cross'd in hopeless love . PUBLIC ...
Thomas Gray John Martin. XXVII . " Hard by yon wood , now smiling , as in scorn , Muttering his wayward fancies , he would rove ; Now drooping , woeful , wan , like one forlorn , Or craz'd with care , or cross'd in hopeless love . PUBLIC ...