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" My blessin' and my pride; There's nothing left to care for now. Since my poor Mary died. Yours was the good, brave heart, Mary, That still kept hoping on, When the trust in God had left my soul, And my arm's young strength was gone; There was comfort... "
The ballad poetry of Ireland. Ed. by C.G. Duffy. 4th ed - Страница 53
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1840 - 818 страници
...ever on your lip, And the kind look on your brow : I bleu you, Mary, for that same, ' Though you can't hear me now. I thank you for the patient smile, When your heart was fit to break, When the hunger-pain was gnawin' there, And you hid it, for my sake ! I bless you for the pleasant word, When...

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...now, Mary, The poor make no new friends, But oh ! they love the better still The few our Father sends. I bless you for the pleasant word, When your heart was sad and sore, Oh ! I am thankful you are gone, Mary, Where grief can't reach you more. I'm bidding you a long farewell,...

The Biblical review, and Congregational magazine [formerly The ..., Том 3

1847 - 468 страници
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Voices of the True-hearted

1846 - 302 страници
...the patient smile: When your heart was fit to break, When the hunger- pain was gnawing there, And yon hid it for my sake ! I bless you for the pleasant word, When your heart was sad and sore ; Oh ! I'm thankful you are gone, Mary, Where grief can't reach you more. I'm bidding you a long farewell,...

Voices of the True-hearted

1846 - 308 страници
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Dew-drops of the Nineteenth Century: Gathered and Preserved in Their ...

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Songs of Ireland and Other Lands: Being a Collection of the Most Popular ...

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...trust in God had left my soul, And my arm's young strength was gone; There was comfort ever on your lip, And the kind look on your brow — I bless you,...pleasant word, When your heart was sad and sore—- Oh ! I'm thankful you are gone, Mary, Where grief can't reach you more . Im biddin' you a long farewell,...




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