Songs of Three CenturiesJohn Greenleaf Whittier James R. Osgood, 1875 - 352 psl. |
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... once reply , Then give them all the lie . Tell them that brave it most , They beg for more by spending , Who in their greatest cost , Seek nothing but commending : And if they make reply , Then give them all the lie . Tell zeal it lacks ...
... once reply , Then give them all the lie . Tell them that brave it most , They beg for more by spending , Who in their greatest cost , Seek nothing but commending : And if they make reply , Then give them all the lie . Tell zeal it lacks ...
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... once devoured her tender corse ; But to the prey when as he drew more nigh , His bloody rage assuaged with remorse , And , with the sight amazed , forgot his furious force . Instead thereof he kissed her weary feet , And licked her lily ...
... once devoured her tender corse ; But to the prey when as he drew more nigh , His bloody rage assuaged with remorse , And , with the sight amazed , forgot his furious force . Instead thereof he kissed her weary feet , And licked her lily ...
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... once might not on living ground , Save in this paradise be heard elsewhere : Right hard it was for wight which did it hear , To read what manner music that might be : For all that pleasing is to living ear , Was there consorted in one ...
... once might not on living ground , Save in this paradise be heard elsewhere : Right hard it was for wight which did it hear , To read what manner music that might be : For all that pleasing is to living ear , Was there consorted in one ...
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... once doth fix her humble , loving thought ; Who by his picture drawn in every thing , And sacred messages , her love hath sought ; Of him she thinks she cannot think too much ; content ; There doth she manna eat , and nectar drink ...
... once doth fix her humble , loving thought ; Who by his picture drawn in every thing , And sacred messages , her love hath sought ; Of him she thinks she cannot think too much ; content ; There doth she manna eat , and nectar drink ...
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... once a gude gray cloak , When it was fitting for my wear ; But now it's scantly worth a groat , For I hae worn ' t this thirty year : Let's spend the gear that we hae won , We little ken the day we ' ll dee ; Then I'll be proud , since ...
... once a gude gray cloak , When it was fitting for my wear ; But now it's scantly worth a groat , For I hae worn ' t this thirty year : Let's spend the gear that we hae won , We little ken the day we ' ll dee ; Then I'll be proud , since ...
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174 psl. - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
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