The Garland of Poetry for the Young: A Selection in Four PartsC. Scribner, 1868 |
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... Twas to save thee , child , from dying , Save my dear from burning flame , Bitter groans and endless crying , That thy blest Redeemer came . May'st thou live to know and fear him , Trust and love him all thy days ; Then go dwell for ...
... Twas to save thee , child , from dying , Save my dear from burning flame , Bitter groans and endless crying , That thy blest Redeemer came . May'st thou live to know and fear him , Trust and love him all thy days ; Then go dwell for ...
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... twas making Your dress , cloak , and frill ! XLVI . SONG FOR MAY MORNING . WA AKE , sister , wake , for the sun is up ; How can you be thus delaying ? The dew is still in the harebell's cup , And ' tis time to go a - Maying . I'll throw ...
... twas making Your dress , cloak , and frill ! XLVI . SONG FOR MAY MORNING . WA AKE , sister , wake , for the sun is up ; How can you be thus delaying ? The dew is still in the harebell's cup , And ' tis time to go a - Maying . I'll throw ...
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... Twas the Saviour's last request . LV . THE BOY AND THE ROBIN . O now , pretty robin , you've come to my door , S ° I wonder you never have ventured before ! ' Tis likely you thought I would do you ' some harm , But pray , sir , what ...
... Twas the Saviour's last request . LV . THE BOY AND THE ROBIN . O now , pretty robin , you've come to my door , S ° I wonder you never have ventured before ! ' Tis likely you thought I would do you ' some harm , But pray , sir , what ...
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... Twas nonsense to try and conceal it from me . Go home , where your mate and your little ones dwell ; Though I know where they are , yet I never will tell ; Nobody shall injure the leaf - covered nest , For sacred to me is the place of ...
... Twas nonsense to try and conceal it from me . Go home , where your mate and your little ones dwell ; Though I know where they are , yet I never will tell ; Nobody shall injure the leaf - covered nest , For sacred to me is the place of ...
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... , wrathful sire ! No love between ye twain . Aye , I remember well , I sat Before my fire alone- I see the fire as plain as that , Though twenty years are gone ! ' Twas in a wooden hut upon The green banks GARLAND . 91.
... , wrathful sire ! No love between ye twain . Aye , I remember well , I sat Before my fire alone- I see the fire as plain as that , Though twenty years are gone ! ' Twas in a wooden hut upon The green banks GARLAND . 91.
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