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Old songs the happy music of the heart - WORDSWORTH . POETRY , Music ,
and Painting , are universally acknowledged to be the early offspring of all
nations , even in their rudest state , “ wherever language is found , ” says Mr.
Southey ...
Old songs the happy music of the heart - WORDSWORTH . POETRY , Music ,
and Painting , are universally acknowledged to be the early offspring of all
nations , even in their rudest state , “ wherever language is found , ” says Mr.
Southey ...
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How happy is he born or taught , That serveth not another's wiil ; Whose armour
is his honest thought , And simple truth his highest skill : Whose passions not his
masters are ; Whose soul is still prepared for death ; Not ty'd unto the world with ...
How happy is he born or taught , That serveth not another's wiil ; Whose armour
is his honest thought , And simple truth his highest skill : Whose passions not his
masters are ; Whose soul is still prepared for death ; Not ty'd unto the world with ...
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YE HAPPY SWAINS . SIR GEORGE ETHEREGE . Born 1636 - Died 1688 . Ye
happy swains , whose hearts are free From Love's imperial chain , Take warning ,
and be taught by me , Tavoid th ' enchanting pain . Fatal , the wolves to trembling
...
YE HAPPY SWAINS . SIR GEORGE ETHEREGE . Born 1636 - Died 1688 . Ye
happy swains , whose hearts are free From Love's imperial chain , Take warning ,
and be taught by me , Tavoid th ' enchanting pain . Fatal , the wolves to trembling
...
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On Belvidera's bosom lying , Wishing , panting , sighing , dying ; The cold
regardless maid to move With unavailing pray'rs I sue ; You first have taught me
how to love , Ah ! teach me to be happy too ! But she , alas ! unkindly wise , To all
my ...
On Belvidera's bosom lying , Wishing , panting , sighing , dying ; The cold
regardless maid to move With unavailing pray'rs I sue ; You first have taught me
how to love , Ah ! teach me to be happy too ! But she , alas ! unkindly wise , To all
my ...
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H. 226 Had I a heart for falsehood fram'd Happy and free , securely blest Hark ,
hark ! the lark at Heaven's gate sings Hepce away , thou syren , leave me Here's
a bank with rich cowslips and cuckoo buds strewn Her eyes are like the morning
...
H. 226 Had I a heart for falsehood fram'd Happy and free , securely blest Hark ,
hark ! the lark at Heaven's gate sings Hepce away , thou syren , leave me Here's
a bank with rich cowslips and cuckoo buds strewn Her eyes are like the morning
...
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| Заглавие | The Songs of England and Scotland ... Том 1 от The Songs of England and Scotland, Peter Cunningham |
| Автор | Peter Cunningham |
| Съставена от | Peter Cunningham |
| Издател | J. Cochrane and Company, 1835 |
| Оригиналът е от | Мичиганският университет |
| Цифровизирана на | 6 май 2008 |
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