Songs of Three CenturiesJohn Greenleaf Whittier J.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 assuagéd 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 assuagéd 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 the message greet him , That his true love doth stay , If death should come and meet him , Love will find out the way . UNKNOWN . [ Before 1689. ] MAY - DAY SONG . REMEMBER us poor Mayers all ! And thus do we begin To lead our ...
... once the message greet him , That his true love doth stay , If death should come and meet him , Love will find out the way . UNKNOWN . [ Before 1689. ] MAY - DAY SONG . REMEMBER us poor Mayers all ! And thus do we begin To lead our ...
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angels beauty BEGONE DULL CARE bells beneath bird blessed bliss bonnie Braes breast breath bright busk calm Christabel clouds dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth EDMUND SPENSER Edom eternal eyes face fair fear flowers frae Glenlogie glory golden grace grave green Grongar Hill hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill holy hour Hymn Inchcape Rock JOHN BYROM Kilmeny kiss lady land lassie light live Lochaber lonely look Lord maun mind morning mourn ne'er never night o'er praise rest rose round Saint Agnes SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE scorn shade shine shore sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thought tree unto vale voice wandering waves weary weel ween weep wild WILLIAM SHENSTONE wind wings Yarrow
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