The Speaker, 4 tomasPearson Brothers, 1925 |
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... To cry for vengeance Sin doth never cease : In your deep floods Drown all my faults and fears ; Nor let His eye See sin , but through my tears . Dick's Pleasant Dream BY BIDE DUDLEY . [ From Lippincott's The Speaker 17.
... To cry for vengeance Sin doth never cease : In your deep floods Drown all my faults and fears ; Nor let His eye See sin , but through my tears . Dick's Pleasant Dream BY BIDE DUDLEY . [ From Lippincott's The Speaker 17.
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Dick's Pleasant Dream BY BIDE DUDLEY . [ From Lippincott's Magazine . ] I HAD a dream the other night . I wisht it would come true . I'd git revenge fer lots of things ; That there's jist what I'd do . I dream I got to be a king , An ...
Dick's Pleasant Dream BY BIDE DUDLEY . [ From Lippincott's Magazine . ] I HAD a dream the other night . I wisht it would come true . I'd git revenge fer lots of things ; That there's jist what I'd do . I dream I got to be a king , An ...
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... dream , " I saw a white swan fly through the door over your shoulder when you came in to - night . " " No , no , Dominique , it was the flurry of the snow blowing over my shoulder . " འ " But it looked at me with two shining eyes ...
... dream , " I saw a white swan fly through the door over your shoulder when you came in to - night . " " No , no , Dominique , it was the flurry of the snow blowing over my shoulder . " འ " But it looked at me with two shining eyes ...
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... dream Of starry treasure ! We dream : do thou the same : We love forever : We laugh ; yet few we shame , The gentle , never . Stay , then , till Sorrow dies ; Then - hope and happy skies Are thine forever ! Hark , Hark ! The Lark ( From ...
... dream Of starry treasure ! We dream : do thou the same : We love forever : We laugh ; yet few we shame , The gentle , never . Stay , then , till Sorrow dies ; Then - hope and happy skies Are thine forever ! Hark , Hark ! The Lark ( From ...
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... dreaming ; And the midnight moon is weaving Her bright chain o'er the deep ; Whose breast is gently heaving , As an ... dream ! Humble voyagers are we , Husband , wife , and children three- ( One is lost , an angel , fled -- To the ...
... dreaming ; And the midnight moon is weaving Her bright chain o'er the deep ; Whose breast is gently heaving , As an ... dream ! Humble voyagers are we , Husband , wife , and children three- ( One is lost , an angel , fled -- To the ...
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A. C. SWINBURNE ain't amber air arms asked Beatrice Bertha boss button called Carl child Collier's Weekly Copyright cried dark dear dearie Dirkovitch door dream EDMUND VANCE COOKE eyes face father fear feet Gabriela girl give gone hand happy head hear heard heart heaven Honorable Richard hope Idella JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY keep kiss knew labor land 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 ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON rose Rudolf SAM WALTER FOSS sing sleep smile Smith song sorrow soul story sure sweet T. B. Aldrich tariff tears tell thee There's things thou thought to-day told truth Twas voice weary wife woman words young
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