The Speaker, 4 tomasPearson Brothers, 1910 |
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... song had be- gun the old graduate and young Stafford had joined Burton standing at the window of Hollis , but Burton suddenly left them . He worked at his desk for a mo- ment and quickly returned with a big cardboard with black numerals ...
... song had be- gun the old graduate and young Stafford had joined Burton standing at the window of Hollis , but Burton suddenly left them . He worked at his desk for a mo- ment and quickly returned with a big cardboard with black numerals ...
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... song and story , with his country's national song , " My country , ' tis of thee , " flowing from his lips , he scales the heights of 26 The Speaker.
... song and story , with his country's national song , " My country , ' tis of thee , " flowing from his lips , he scales the heights of 26 The Speaker.
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... song and a ringdove's moan Fell in the tides of the amber air ! Both closed their eyes : both hearts in prayer Went up the steps of the silent stair . And he , the boy , still holding the hand Of the heart he loved , no more returned ...
... song and a ringdove's moan Fell in the tides of the amber air ! Both closed their eyes : both hearts in prayer Went up the steps of the silent stair . And he , the boy , still holding the hand Of the heart he loved , no more returned ...
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... Song BY JOSEPHINE DODGE DASKAM . As soon as the fire burns red and low , And the house upstairs is still , She sings me a queer little sleepy song , Of sheep that go over the hill . The good little sheep run quick and soft , Their ...
... Song BY JOSEPHINE DODGE DASKAM . As soon as the fire burns red and low , And the house upstairs is still , She sings me a queer little sleepy song , Of sheep that go over the hill . The good little sheep run quick and soft , Their ...
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... song . Beatrice . Lara . You love me not . I sing it . A poor song . Beatrice . You love me not , or love me over - much , Which makes you jealous of the gems I wear ! You do not deck me as becomes our state , 72 The Speaker.
... song . Beatrice . Lara . You love me not . I sing it . A poor song . Beatrice . You love me not , or love me over - much , Which makes you jealous of the gems I wear ! You do not deck me as becomes our state , 72 The Speaker.
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A. C. SWINBURNE ain't arms asked Babylon Beatrice Bertha boss button called Carl Collier's Weekly Copyright cried dark dear dearie Dirkovitch door dream EDMUND VANCE COOKE eyes face father fear feet Gabriela give gone hand happy head hear heard heart heaven Honorable Richard hope Idella injunctions JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY keep kiss knew labor Lara laugh light lips live look Martin Martin Carr Molly Malone mother never night NIXON WATERMAN o'er Parliamentary system peace play political Presidential system rose Rudolf SAM WALTER FOSS sing sleep smile Smith song sorrow soul speak story sure sweet T. B. Aldrich tariff tears tell thee There's thing thou thought to-day told truth Twas voice watch weary wife WILLIAM JENNINGS BRYAN woman words young
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