The Family Library of Poetry and Song: Being Choice Selections from the Best Poets, Including TranslationsFords, Howard, and Hulbert, 1880 - 1065 psl. |
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... Till , like a clock worn out with eating time , The wheels of weary life at last stood still . " - JOHN DRYDEN . - -- MAZZINI ADDRESS - LAST WORDS - ACCIDENT - SICKNESS DEATH - BURIAL AT ROSLYN -TRIBUTES TO HIS MEMORY . - In accordance ...
... Till , like a clock worn out with eating time , The wheels of weary life at last stood still . " - JOHN DRYDEN . - -- MAZZINI ADDRESS - LAST WORDS - ACCIDENT - SICKNESS DEATH - BURIAL AT ROSLYN -TRIBUTES TO HIS MEMORY . - In accordance ...
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... till the sunshiny weather : O , children take long to grow . I wish , and I wish that the spring would go faster , Nor long summer bide so late ; And I could grow on like the foxglove and aster , For some things are ill to wait . I wait ...
... till the sunshiny weather : O , children take long to grow . I wish , and I wish that the spring would go faster , Nor long summer bide so late ; And I could grow on like the foxglove and aster , For some things are ill to wait . I wait ...
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... till the heart stands still . DANIEL WEBSTER . BILL AND JOE . COME , dear old comrade , you and I Will steal an hour from days gone by , The shining days when life was new , And all was bright as morning dew , The lusty days of long ago ...
... till the heart stands still . DANIEL WEBSTER . BILL AND JOE . COME , dear old comrade , you and I Will steal an hour from days gone by , The shining days when life was new , And all was bright as morning dew , The lusty days of long ago ...
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... Till cherry - ripe themselves do cry . Those cherries fairly do enclose Of orient pearl a double row , Which when her lovely laughter shows , They look like rosebuds filled with snow ; Yet them no peer nor prince may buy , Till cherry ...
... Till cherry - ripe themselves do cry . Those cherries fairly do enclose Of orient pearl a double row , Which when her lovely laughter shows , They look like rosebuds filled with snow ; Yet them no peer nor prince may buy , Till cherry ...
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... Till heaven waxed blind , and till the world were done . Wheresoe'er I am , below , or else above you , Wheresoe'er you are , my heart shall truly love you . JOSHUA SYLvester . LIGHT . THE MIGHT OF ONE FAIR FACE . THE might of one fair ...
... Till heaven waxed blind , and till the world were done . Wheresoe'er I am , below , or else above you , Wheresoe'er you are , my heart shall truly love you . JOSHUA SYLvester . LIGHT . THE MIGHT OF ONE FAIR FACE . THE might of one fair ...
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FAMILY LIB OF POETRY & SONG James Grant 1832-1914 Wilson,William Cullen 1794-1878 Bryant, Ed Peržiūra negalima - 2016 |
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ALFRED TENNYSON beauty bells beneath bird blessed bosom brave breast breath bright brow Bryant cheek child clouds dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth England eyes face fair fear feet flowers gentle glory golden grace grave gray green hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill hour Hudibras JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER King kiss land light lips live look Lord moon morning mother ne'er never night o'er Paradise Lost PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY ROBERT BURNS rose round SHAKESPEARE shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars summer sweet tears tell thee thine things THOMAS HOOD THOMAS MOORE thou art thought tree voice wave weary weep wild WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings young youth
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