Papers of an undergraduate, a selection from the MSS. of W. T. Edwards [ed. by W. Edwards]. |
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... rose yestermorn , That downward bowed its mournful head ; Two buds beneath lay shrunk and dead , From off the bough untimely torn . With silver sparkle , like a tear , There lay a dew - drop , mid the red : " This rose is a true type ...
... rose yestermorn , That downward bowed its mournful head ; Two buds beneath lay shrunk and dead , From off the bough untimely torn . With silver sparkle , like a tear , There lay a dew - drop , mid the red : " This rose is a true type ...
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... rose up calm and satisfied , And reverently he said , - In half a plaint of misery , And half , a pious hymn , - " I know he cannot come to me , But I shall go to him . " XVIII . In olden times , the Shunamite Was happy in her son ; But ...
... rose up calm and satisfied , And reverently he said , - In half a plaint of misery , And half , a pious hymn , - " I know he cannot come to me , But I shall go to him . " XVIII . In olden times , the Shunamite Was happy in her son ; But ...
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William Edwards (of Camberwell). She rose up when she saw him dead , The man of God to tell : " Is it well with the child ? " he said , She answered , It is well ! XIX . " Not my will , but Thine be done , " Jesus said , and rose ...
William Edwards (of Camberwell). She rose up when she saw him dead , The man of God to tell : " Is it well with the child ? " he said , She answered , It is well ! XIX . " Not my will , but Thine be done , " Jesus said , and rose ...
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... ringing , Mingling music with my thought , Coming daily , and unsought ; Like rose - leaves floating on the wind , That leave a sweet perfume behind . SONNETS . BACON . ( PUBLISHED OCTOBER , 1856. ) TO THE SAME . 11 TO THE SAME.
... ringing , Mingling music with my thought , Coming daily , and unsought ; Like rose - leaves floating on the wind , That leave a sweet perfume behind . SONNETS . BACON . ( PUBLISHED OCTOBER , 1856. ) TO THE SAME . 11 TO THE SAME.
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... rose to perfectness . But all in vain , ( However wise might her arrangements be , ) She felt they were , if she should fail to find One whose complete , all - sided scrutiny Saw all , and understood ; a mighty mind To govern all . She ...
... rose to perfectness . But all in vain , ( However wise might her arrangements be , ) She felt they were , if she should fail to find One whose complete , all - sided scrutiny Saw all , and understood ; a mighty mind To govern all . She ...
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