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" Draw thy fierce streams of blinding ore, Smite on a thousand anvils, roar Down to the harbour-bars ; Smoulder in smoky sunsets, flare On rainy nights, with street and square Lie empty to the stars. From terrace proud to alley base I know thee as my mother's... "
City Poems - Page 56
by Alexander Smith - 1857 - 138 pages
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Y Traethodydd, Volume 62

1907 - 516 pages
...thousand anvils, roar Down to the harbour bars ; Smoulder in smoky sunset, flare On rainy nights, while street and square Lie empty to the stars. From terrace...proud to alley base I know thee as my mother's face." Ond nid yn hir iawn y bu raid i Smith lafurio yn ei ddinodedd. Daeth i gyffyrddiad agos a dynion ieuainc...
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The New quarterly review, and digest of current literature, Volume 7

1858 - 422 pages
...ore) Smite on a thousand anvils, roar Down to the harbour-bars; Smoulder in smoky sunsets, Hare Oa rainy nights, with street and square Lie empty to the stars. From terrace proud to alley base 1 know thee as my mother's face. When sunset bathes thee in his gold, In wreaths of bronze thy sides...
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City Poems

Alexander Smith - 1857 - 232 pages
...Draw thy fierce streams of blinding ore, Smite on a thousand anvils, roar Down to the harbour-bars; Smoulder in smoky sunsets, flare On rainy nights,...know thee as my mother's face. When sunset bathes thec in his gold, In wreaths of bronze thy sides are rolled, Thy smoke is dusky fire; And, from the...
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Nugae Criticae: Occasional Papers Written at the Seaside

Sir John Skelton - 1862 - 512 pages
...south'ard, backed by green hills and bronzed with golden mist, the historic city clings to its rocky ridge. When sunset bathes thee in his gold, In wreaths of...sunbeam like an angel's sword Shivers upon a spire. But Here, my dear Lancelot, our emancipation is still more complete. That badge of servitude, the white...
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Poems of Places: Scotland, Denmark, Iceland, Norway, and Sweden

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1876 - 292 pages
...thousand anvils, roar Down to the harbor-bars ; Smoulder in smoky sunsets, flare On rainy nights, while street and square Lie empty to the stars. From terrace...wreaths of bronze thy sides are rolled, Thy smoke is dusty fire; And from the glory round thee poured, A sunbeam like an angel's sword Shivers upon a spire....
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Scotland, Denmark, Iceland, Norway, and Sweden

1876 - 294 pages
...nights, while street and square Lie empty (o the stars. From terrace proud to alley base, I know thce as my mother's face. When sunset bathes thee in his...wreaths of bronze thy sides are rolled, Thy smoke is dusty fire; And from the glory round thee poured, A sunbeam like an angel's sword Shivers upon a spire....
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From Thomas Campbell to Marquis of Lorne

1876 - 618 pages
...Draw thy fieree streams of blinding ore, Smite on a thousand anvils, roar Down to the harbour-bars; Smoulder in smoky sunsets, flare On rainy nights, with street and square 1.ie empty to the stars. From terraee proud to alley base 1 know thee as my mother's faee. When sunset...
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1882 - 984 pages
...stern. Drawthy fierce streams of blindingore, Smite on a thousand anvils, roar Down to the harbor-bars; Smoulder in smoky sunsets, flare On rainy nights ;...his gold, In wreaths of bronze thy sides are rolled, A. sunbeam like an angel's sword Shivers upon a spire. Thus have I watched thee, Terrorl Dream ! While...
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The Scottish Poets Recent and Living

Alexander G. Murdoch - 1883 - 514 pages
...thy fierce streams of blinding ore ! Smite on thy thousand anvils ! roar Down to the harbour-bars ! Smoulder in smoky sunsets ! flare On rainy nights...thee in his gold, In wreaths of bronze thy sides are roll'd, Thy smoke is dusky fire ; And, from the glory round thee pour'd, A sunbeam, like an angel's...
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Paisley Poets: With Brief Memoirs of Them, and Selections from ..., Volume 2

1890 - 592 pages
...lighted like a bird. Poor flowers, I watched them pine for weeks, With leaves as pale as human cheeks. When sunset bathes thee in his gold, In wreaths of...Thy smoke is dusky fire ; And, from the glory round they poured, A sunbeam like an angel's sword Shivers upon a spire. Thus have I watched thee, terror...
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