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Yes, oft hast thou sung of our kings crown'd with glory, Or, sighing, repeated the
lover's fond lay ; And oft but thou sung of the bards famed in story, Whose wild
notes of rapture have long past away. Thy grave shall be screen'd from the blast ...
Yes, oft hast thou sung of our kings crown'd with glory, Or, sighing, repeated the
lover's fond lay ; And oft but thou sung of the bards famed in story, Whose wild
notes of rapture have long past away. Thy grave shall be screen'd from the blast ...
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Bright star of mom, oh ! leave not yet the wave - To deck the dewy frontlet of the
day } Nor thou, Aurora, quit Tithonus" Ci>ve, Nor drive retiring darkness yet away.
Ere these my rustic hands a garland twine, Ere yet my tongue endite a single ...
Bright star of mom, oh ! leave not yet the wave - To deck the dewy frontlet of the
day } Nor thou, Aurora, quit Tithonus" Ci>ve, Nor drive retiring darkness yet away.
Ere these my rustic hands a garland twine, Ere yet my tongue endite a single ...
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Let what will happen, thou must go thither. Open thy mouth. Did I not say so ?
Why, thou canst not be sent to hell, where there is wailing and gnashing of teeth,
for thou hast not a tooth left in thy head. Thou art safe enough ; be of good cheer.
Let what will happen, thou must go thither. Open thy mouth. Did I not say so ?
Why, thou canst not be sent to hell, where there is wailing and gnashing of teeth,
for thou hast not a tooth left in thy head. Thou art safe enough ; be of good cheer.
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Church, Great mother, always keep in mind The power thou hast, by thy sweet
daughter, And, by thy wonted prayer, let's find God's grace procur'd to us
hereafter." Another, after high commendations to St. Anne, concludes thus : — "
Therefore, ...
Church, Great mother, always keep in mind The power thou hast, by thy sweet
daughter, And, by thy wonted prayer, let's find God's grace procur'd to us
hereafter." Another, after high commendations to St. Anne, concludes thus : — "
Therefore, ...
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Cokes replies, " No matter for the price ; thou dost not know me I see, I am an odd
Bartholmeio." The ballad has " pictures," and Nightingale tells him, " It was
intended, sir, as if a purse should chance to be cut in my presence, now ; I may
be ...
Cokes replies, " No matter for the price ; thou dost not know me I see, I am an odd
Bartholmeio." The ballad has " pictures," and Nightingale tells him, " It was
intended, sir, as if a purse should chance to be cut in my presence, now ; I may
be ...
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| Заглавие | The every-day book, or, The guide to the year |
| Автор | William Hone |
| Публикувана | 1825 |
| Оригиналът е от | Оксфордският университет |
| Цифровизирана на | 11 май 2007 |
| Експортиране на описанието | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |