PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 |
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... Sorrow . Patience and sorrow strove Which should express her goodliest . You have [ tears Sun - shine and rain at once ; her smiles and Were like a better day : those happy smiles , That play'd on her ripe lip , scem'd not to know What ...
... Sorrow . Patience and sorrow strove Which should express her goodliest . You have [ tears Sun - shine and rain at once ; her smiles and Were like a better day : those happy smiles , That play'd on her ripe lip , scem'd not to know What ...
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... sorrow here . O ! that I soon may reach thy world serene , Poor wearied pilgrim in this toiling scene ! § 100. On the Departure of the Nightingale . SWEET poet of the woods ! a long adieu ! Farewell , soft minstrel of the early year ...
... sorrow here . O ! that I soon may reach thy world serene , Poor wearied pilgrim in this toiling scene ! § 100. On the Departure of the Nightingale . SWEET poet of the woods ! a long adieu ! Farewell , soft minstrel of the early year ...
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... sorrow ; And I hae slain the comliest swain That eir pu'd birks on the Braes of Yarrow . Why rins thy stream , O Yarrow , Yarrow reid ? [ row ? Why on thy braes heard the voice of sor- And why yon melancholious weids Hung on the bonny ...
... sorrow ; And I hae slain the comliest swain That eir pu'd birks on the Braes of Yarrow . Why rins thy stream , O Yarrow , Yarrow reid ? [ row ? Why on thy braes heard the voice of sor- And why yon melancholious weids Hung on the bonny ...
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