The Magazine of Poetry, Том 3, Броеве 1–4Charles Wells Moulton, 1891 |
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... smile and listen to the tinkle of the strings Of the sweet guitar my lover's fingers fondle , as he sings ? A SONG . THERE is ever a song somewhere , my dear ; There is ever a something sings alway : There's the song of the lark when ...
... smile and listen to the tinkle of the strings Of the sweet guitar my lover's fingers fondle , as he sings ? A SONG . THERE is ever a song somewhere , my dear ; There is ever a something sings alway : There's the song of the lark when ...
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... smile In silence on us all the while ; And we did see Him , through our tears , Enfolding that fair form of hers , She laughing back against His love The kisses we had nothing of - And death to us he still denied , When Bessie died ...
... smile In silence on us all the while ; And we did see Him , through our tears , Enfolding that fair form of hers , She laughing back against His love The kisses we had nothing of - And death to us he still denied , When Bessie died ...
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... smile as I have saw her ' fore she put her mournin ' on . And I want to see the Samples , on the old lower Eighty , Where John , our oldest boy , he was tuk and burried - for His own sake and Katy's , - and I want to cry with Katy And ...
... smile as I have saw her ' fore she put her mournin ' on . And I want to see the Samples , on the old lower Eighty , Where John , our oldest boy , he was tuk and burried - for His own sake and Katy's , - and I want to cry with Katy And ...
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... smiles and beckonings , Lead us , through the shadowy aisles , Out into the afterwhiles . DEATH . I cannot say , and ... smile , and a wave of the hand , He has wandered into an unknown land , And left us dreaming how very fair It needs ...
... smiles and beckonings , Lead us , through the shadowy aisles , Out into the afterwhiles . DEATH . I cannot say , and ... smile , and a wave of the hand , He has wandered into an unknown land , And left us dreaming how very fair It needs ...
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... Smile on the brow of the waters ! Dear are your memories to me , — Sweet as the songs of your daughters . Over your mountains and vales , Down by each murmuring river , Cheered by the flower - loving gales , Oh ! could I wander forever ...
... Smile on the brow of the waters ! Dear are your memories to me , — Sweet as the songs of your daughters . Over your mountains and vales , Down by each murmuring river , Cheered by the flower - loving gales , Oh ! could I wander forever ...
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