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763 509 10 381 768 224 378 759 46 197 93 423 733 417 421 This is Ive , who ,
dealt prayers , Hoody ... Kirkconnell Fetching Water from the Well Forge , The
Song of the Gluggity Glug “ Go , feel what I have felt " Good old Plough , The . Go
to thy rest , fair child Grief for the Dead Heaven Homesick for the Country
Hundred Years to come , A “ If women could ... Home 148 My sweet Sweeting 49
New Year's Eve 249 “ Nothing but leaves " 269 “ O why should the spirit of mortal
be proud ?
763 509 10 381 768 224 378 759 46 197 93 423 733 417 421 This is Ive , who ,
dealt prayers , Hoody ... Kirkconnell Fetching Water from the Well Forge , The
Song of the Gluggity Glug “ Go , feel what I have felt " Good old Plough , The . Go
to thy rest , fair child Grief for the Dead Heaven Homesick for the Country
Hundred Years to come , A “ If women could ... Home 148 My sweet Sweeting 49
New Year's Eve 249 “ Nothing but leaves " 269 “ O why should the spirit of mortal
be proud ?
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Valley and wood , without her cuckoo - strain , Because , in this deep joy to see
and hear thee Comes the fresh spring in all her ... By a doubtful spirit - voice , in
that doubt's pain Cry : " Speak once more — thou lovest ! ” Who The first time that
the sun rose on thine oath To love me , I looked forward to the moon Too many
stars , though each in ... more like an out of tune Worn viol , a good singer would
be wroth Is it indeed so ? If I ... kissed Of dreams of death , resumes life's lower
range .
Valley and wood , without her cuckoo - strain , Because , in this deep joy to see
and hear thee Comes the fresh spring in all her ... By a doubtful spirit - voice , in
that doubt's pain Cry : " Speak once more — thou lovest ! ” Who The first time that
the sun rose on thine oath To love me , I looked forward to the moon Too many
stars , though each in ... more like an out of tune Worn viol , a good singer would
be wroth Is it indeed so ? If I ... kissed Of dreams of death , resumes life's lower
range .
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The hand of the king that the sceptre hath borne ; The brow of the priest that the
mitre hath worn ; ELEONORA . ... and as true withal , The sinner who dared to
remain unforgiven , As the first woman was before her fall : The wise and the ...
For we are the same our fathers have been ; Love and obedience to her lord she
bore ; We see the same sights our fathers ... The thoughts we are thinking our
fathers would Thus we love God , as author of our good . think ; From the death
we are ...
The hand of the king that the sceptre hath borne ; The brow of the priest that the
mitre hath worn ; ELEONORA . ... and as true withal , The sinner who dared to
remain unforgiven , As the first woman was before her fall : The wise and the ...
For we are the same our fathers have been ; Love and obedience to her lord she
bore ; We see the same sights our fathers ... The thoughts we are thinking our
fathers would Thus we love God , as author of our good . think ; From the death
we are ...
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And there before the blessed shrine , My sire ! I see thee lie , How will that sad
still face of thine Look on me till I die ! " FELICIA HEMANS . BERNARDO DEL
CARPIO . He looked upon the dead , And sorrow seemed to lie , A weight of
sorrow , even like lead , Pale on the fast - shut eye . He stooped , — and kissed
the frozen cheek , And the heavy hand of clay , Till bursting words — yet all too
weak Gave his soul's passion way . ... Mount thy good horse ; and thou and I will
meet him on ...
And there before the blessed shrine , My sire ! I see thee lie , How will that sad
still face of thine Look on me till I die ! " FELICIA HEMANS . BERNARDO DEL
CARPIO . He looked upon the dead , And sorrow seemed to lie , A weight of
sorrow , even like lead , Pale on the fast - shut eye . He stooped , — and kissed
the frozen cheek , And the heavy hand of clay , Till bursting words — yet all too
weak Gave his soul's passion way . ... Mount thy good horse ; and thou and I will
meet him on ...
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Good Hamlet , cast thy nighted color From the sallow cheek , save over it came
off , The burning flush of the spirit's shame . ... Thou know'st ' t is commion , - all
that live mus : And all she had left for her friends to keep die , Was a name to hide
and a ... That can denote me truly : these , indeed , seem , And she spoke in a low
, unearthly tone , For they are actions that a ... For who would bear the whips and
scorns of time , Theoppressor's wrong , the proud man'scontumely , Next day The
...
Good Hamlet , cast thy nighted color From the sallow cheek , save over it came
off , The burning flush of the spirit's shame . ... Thou know'st ' t is commion , - all
that live mus : And all she had left for her friends to keep die , Was a name to hide
and a ... That can denote me truly : these , indeed , seem , And she spoke in a low
, unearthly tone , For they are actions that a ... For who would bear the whips and
scorns of time , Theoppressor's wrong , the proud man'scontumely , Next day The
...
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| Заглавие | A Library of Poetry and Song: Being Choice Selections from the Best Poets |
| Редактор | William Cullen Bryant |
| Сътрудник | William Cullen Bryant |
| Издание | 20 |
| Издател | J.B. Ford, 1871 |
| Оригиналът е от | Харвардският университет |
| Цифровизирана на | 18 апр 2005 |
| Брой страници | 789 страници |
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