The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageSever and Francis, 1863 - 405 psl. |
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... When fond imagination Seemed to see , but could not tell Her feature or her fashion . But ev'n as babes in dreams do smile , And sometimes fall a - weeping , So I awaked , as wise this while As when 14 The Golden Treasury.
... When fond imagination Seemed to see , but could not tell Her feature or her fashion . But ev'n as babes in dreams do smile , And sometimes fall a - weeping , So I awaked , as wise this while As when 14 The Golden Treasury.
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... tell can ; Forget not yet ! Forget not yet the great assays , The cruel wrong , the scornful ways , The painful patience in delays , Forget not yet ! Forget not ! O , forget not this , How long ago hath been , and is The mind that never ...
... tell can ; Forget not yet ! Forget not yet the great assays , The cruel wrong , the scornful ways , The painful patience in delays , Forget not yet ! Forget not ! O , forget not this , How long ago hath been , and is The mind that never ...
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... tell o'er The sad account of fore - bemoanéd moan , Which I new pay as if not paid before : -But if the while I think on thee , dear friend , All losses are restored , and sorrows end . W. Shakespeare L XXX REVOLUTIONS IKE as the waves ...
... tell o'er The sad account of fore - bemoanéd moan , Which I new pay as if not paid before : -But if the while I think on thee , dear friend , All losses are restored , and sorrows end . W. Shakespeare L XXX REVOLUTIONS IKE as the waves ...
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... case ; But ah ! here fits not well Old woes , but joys to tell Against the bridal day , which is not long : Sweet Thames ! run softly , till I end my song . Yet therein now doth lodge a noble peer , Great 42 The Golden Treasury.
... case ; But ah ! here fits not well Old woes , but joys to tell Against the bridal day , which is not long : Sweet Thames ! run softly , till I end my song . Yet therein now doth lodge a noble peer , Great 42 The Golden Treasury.
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... Tell me , if she were not design'd Th ' eclipse and glory of her kind ? Sir H. Wotton LXXXV TO THE LADY MARGARET LEY D AUGHTER to that good earl , once President Of England's council and her treasury , Who lived in both , unstain'd with ...
... Tell me , if she were not design'd Th ' eclipse and glory of her kind ? Sir H. Wotton LXXXV TO THE LADY MARGARET LEY D AUGHTER to that good earl , once President Of England's council and her treasury , Who lived in both , unstain'd with ...
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The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language Francis Turner Palgrave Visos knygos peržiūra - 1861 |
The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language Visos knygos peržiūra - 1863 |
The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language Francis Turner Palgrave Visos knygos peržiūra - 1867 |
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