Golden Poems by British and American AuthorsFrancis Fisher Browne A.C. McClurg & Company, 1906 - 526 psl. |
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... GRAVES OF A HOUSEHOLD THE FAMILY MEETING Oliver Wendell Holmes Samuel Woodworth Anonymous 42 Rembrandt Peale 43 Robert Burns 44 Jean Adam 44 William Cowper 46 John Howard Payne 46 Allan Cunningham Stephen Collins Foster 46 47 Stephen ...
... GRAVES OF A HOUSEHOLD THE FAMILY MEETING Oliver Wendell Holmes Samuel Woodworth Anonymous 42 Rembrandt Peale 43 Robert Burns 44 Jean Adam 44 William Cowper 46 John Howard Payne 46 Allan Cunningham Stephen Collins Foster 46 47 Stephen ...
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... Graves of a Household 52 From the . FORD , JOHN . 345 Hour of Death , The 335 Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers 228 ( 1586-1639 . ) HENLEY , WILLIAM ERNEST . Fancies . 105 ( 1849- FOSTER , STEPHEN LINS . ( A. 1826-1864 . ) COL- Invictus ...
... Graves of a Household 52 From the . FORD , JOHN . 345 Hour of Death , The 335 Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers 228 ( 1586-1639 . ) HENLEY , WILLIAM ERNEST . Fancies . 105 ( 1849- FOSTER , STEPHEN LINS . ( A. 1826-1864 . ) COL- Invictus ...
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... Grave Alice and laughing Allegra , And Edith with golden hair . A whisper and then a silence , Yet I know by their merry eyes They are plotting and planning together To take me by surprise . A sudden rush from the stairway , A sudden ...
... Grave Alice and laughing Allegra , And Edith with golden hair . A whisper and then a silence , Yet I know by their merry eyes They are plotting and planning together To take me by surprise . A sudden rush from the stairway , A sudden ...
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... grave ; Only a mother's heart can be Patient enough for such as he ; " And so , " said John , " I would not dare To send him from our bedside prayer . " Then stole we softly up above And knelt by Mary , child of love . ' Perhaps for her ...
... grave ; Only a mother's heart can be Patient enough for such as he ; " And so , " said John , " I would not dare To send him from our bedside prayer . " Then stole we softly up above And knelt by Mary , child of love . ' Perhaps for her ...
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... grave had tripped , I could not blame you for your heartache then I wonder so that mothers ever fret At little children clinging to their gown ; Or that the footprints , when the days are wet , Are ever black enough to make them frown ...
... grave had tripped , I could not blame you for your heartache then I wonder so that mothers ever fret At little children clinging to their gown ; Or that the footprints , when the days are wet , Are ever black enough to make them frown ...
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auld lang syne beauty birds blossoms blow blue breast breath bright brow clouds cuddle doon Danny Deever dark dead dear death deep dream dying earth EDMUND SPENSER eyes face fair feel flowers glory golden grave gray green grow hair hame hand hath hear heard heart heaven hill JAMES THOMSON JOHN kiss land light lips live look Lord LORD BYRON LORD TENNYSON morning mountain never nevermore night o'er ocean old Kentucky home old oaken bucket pale peace PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY rain RICHARD REALF rose round sail shine shore silent sing sleep smile snow soft softly song sorrow soul spirit Spring stars stream summer sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thought tree violet voice wake waves weep wild WILLIAM WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings youth
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