Gems of Literature, Or Tales for All Times: Being a Selection from the Most Admired WritersJ. Robertson, 1840 |
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... " We have strayed Wild as the mountain bee , and cull'd a sweet From every flower that beautified our way . " GLASGOW : -JOHN ROBERTSON . 1840 . KC 12422 кс HARVARD UNIVERSITY LIBRARY George Brookman and Co. GEMS OF LITERATURE ,
... " We have strayed Wild as the mountain bee , and cull'd a sweet From every flower that beautified our way . " GLASGOW : -JOHN ROBERTSON . 1840 . KC 12422 кс HARVARD UNIVERSITY LIBRARY George Brookman and Co. GEMS OF LITERATURE ,
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... respected and lamented friend , I am sure , could have digested any thing . The question , after all , is of little moment , He is dead - and I remain ! Sweet Roger , I thought I should have deck'd thy FIRST LOVE . 11.
... respected and lamented friend , I am sure , could have digested any thing . The question , after all , is of little moment , He is dead - and I remain ! Sweet Roger , I thought I should have deck'd thy FIRST LOVE . 11.
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Being a Selection from the Most Admired Writers. Sweet Roger , I thought I should have deck'd thy bridal bed And not have strewed thy tomb . After some controversy , perhaps too obsti- nately persevered in ... sweet voice- I 12 FIRST LOVE ,
Being a Selection from the Most Admired Writers. Sweet Roger , I thought I should have deck'd thy bridal bed And not have strewed thy tomb . After some controversy , perhaps too obsti- nately persevered in ... sweet voice- I 12 FIRST LOVE ,
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... sweet voice- I cannot go on . I must lay down the pen- * * Excuse this gust of passion - it shall be the last . I heard a sweet though rather loud voice say , " Put the little portmanteau into the boot , and take care to tie the two ...
... sweet voice- I cannot go on . I must lay down the pen- * * Excuse this gust of passion - it shall be the last . I heard a sweet though rather loud voice say , " Put the little portmanteau into the boot , and take care to tie the two ...
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... Sweet girl . I was When I awoke and found her gone , frantic . I had lost every clue to her . We were twenty miles away from the place she parted the coach before I roused , and the coachman informed me that a gentleman with a led horse ...
... Sweet girl . I was When I awoke and found her gone , frantic . I had lost every clue to her . We were twenty miles away from the place she parted the coach before I roused , and the coachman informed me that a gentleman with a led horse ...
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