Golden Poems by British and American AuthorsFrancis Fisher Browne A.C. McClurg & Company, 1906 - 526 psl. |
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... pains have been taken to secure correct versions of the pieces used . This is , however , a matter of too much difficulty to permit anyone who has ever attempted it to be confident of entire success . Many fine pieces are not to be ...
... pains have been taken to secure correct versions of the pieces used . This is , however , a matter of too much difficulty to permit anyone who has ever attempted it to be confident of entire success . Many fine pieces are not to be ...
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... PAIN OF LOVE . HOW MANY TIMES . I DO CONFESS THOU ' RT SWEET . A PARTING AFTON WATER O , SAW YE BONNIE LESLEY FIRST LOVE . HOW DO I LOVE THEE ASK ME NO MORE . AE FOND KISS BEFORE WE PART THE DEPARTURE . ADIEU PORE ... O SWALLOW , FLYING ...
... PAIN OF LOVE . HOW MANY TIMES . I DO CONFESS THOU ' RT SWEET . A PARTING AFTON WATER O , SAW YE BONNIE LESLEY FIRST LOVE . HOW DO I LOVE THEE ASK ME NO MORE . AE FOND KISS BEFORE WE PART THE DEPARTURE . ADIEU PORE ... O SWALLOW , FLYING ...
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... Pain of Love • 163 DOBELL , SYDNEY . ( 1824-1875 . ) COOKE , ROSE TERRY . Basking . ( A. 1827-1892 . ) Fishing Song DOBSON , AUSTIN . 457 ( 1840- COOLBRITH , INA . When the Grass Shall Cover Angelus Song Before Sedan Me 311 Cradle , The ...
... Pain of Love • 163 DOBELL , SYDNEY . ( 1824-1875 . ) COOKE , ROSE TERRY . Basking . ( A. 1827-1892 . ) Fishing Song DOBSON , AUSTIN . 457 ( 1840- COOLBRITH , INA . When the Grass Shall Cover Angelus Song Before Sedan Me 311 Cradle , The ...
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... pain , And my heart's quick pulses vibrate To the patter of the rain . Art hath naught of tone or cadence That can work with such a spell In the soul's mysterious fountains , Whence the tears of rapture well , As that melody of nature ...
... pain , And my heart's quick pulses vibrate To the patter of the rain . Art hath naught of tone or cadence That can work with such a spell In the soul's mysterious fountains , Whence the tears of rapture well , As that melody of nature ...
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... pain , That rest from bliss we know not when we find , That rest from love which ne'er the end can gain ? Hark , how the tune swells , that erewhile did wane ! - Look up , love ! — ah , cling close NATURE'S 69 VOICES George Arnold ...
... pain , That rest from bliss we know not when we find , That rest from love which ne'er the end can gain ? Hark , how the tune swells , that erewhile did wane ! - Look up , love ! — ah , cling close NATURE'S 69 VOICES George Arnold ...
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