Folk SongsJohn Williamson Palmer Charles Scribner, 1861 - 466 страници |
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John Williamson Palmer. And bring them back to heaven again Steld in his hand golden lyre : Folk Songs SELECTED AND EDITED BY JOHN WILLIAMSON PALMER ,. earth , and of minth . God sent his his Singent upon With songs of sadness The first ...
John Williamson Palmer. And bring them back to heaven again Steld in his hand golden lyre : Folk Songs SELECTED AND EDITED BY JOHN WILLIAMSON PALMER ,. earth , and of minth . God sent his his Singent upon With songs of sadness The first ...
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... hands upon the breast , GULF - WEED ... FENNER 342 A weary weed , tossed to and fro , EXHORTATION TO PRAYER MERCER 343 Not on a prayerless bed , not on a prayerless bed THE GOOD GREAT MAN .. COLERIDGE 345 How seldom , friend , a good ...
... hands upon the breast , GULF - WEED ... FENNER 342 A weary weed , tossed to and fro , EXHORTATION TO PRAYER MERCER 343 Not on a prayerless bed , not on a prayerless bed THE GOOD GREAT MAN .. COLERIDGE 345 How seldom , friend , a good ...
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... array Kept these imprisoned children of the Hours Within my hand ; and then , elate and gay , I hastened to the spot whence I had come , That I might there present it - O ! to whom ? " PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY . 3 Folk - Songs . 1 To Charm , ...
... array Kept these imprisoned children of the Hours Within my hand ; and then , elate and gay , I hastened to the spot whence I had come , That I might there present it - O ! to whom ? " PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY . 3 Folk - Songs . 1 To Charm , ...
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... hand a golden lyre ; Through groves he wandered , and by streams , Playing the music of our dreams . The second , with a bearded face , Stood singing in the market - place , And stirred , with accents deep and loud , The hearts of all ...
... hand a golden lyre ; Through groves he wandered , and by streams , Playing the music of our dreams . The second , with a bearded face , Stood singing in the market - place , And stirred , with accents deep and loud , The hearts of all ...
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... hands like a dead man's hand , And the eyes of a dead man's head . There's nothing but cinders and sand ; The rat and the mouse have fed , And the summer's empty and cold ; Over valley and wold , Wherever I turn my head , TOMMY'S DEAD ...
... hands like a dead man's hand , And the eyes of a dead man's head . There's nothing but cinders and sand ; The rat and the mouse have fed , And the summer's empty and cold ; Over valley and wold , Wherever I turn my head , TOMMY'S DEAD ...
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