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" Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary ! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more, My Mary... "
The Life, and Posthumous Writings, of William Cowper, Esqr: With an ... - Страница 154
по William Hayley - 1806
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The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various ..., Том 3

Thomas Humphry Ward - 1906
...have a fainter flow, I see thee daily weaker grow ; 'Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Maryl Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more, My Mary! For though thou gladly wouldst fulfil The same kind office for...

English Poetry (1170-1892)

John Matthews Manly - 1907 - 580 страници
...a fainter flow, I see thee daily weaker grow; 'Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary ! 8 Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more, My Mary! 12 For though thou gladly wouldst fulfil The same kind office...

Palgrave's Golden Treasury

1908 - 551 страници
...this might be the last ! My Mary ! Thy spirits have a fainter flow, I see thee daily weaker grow — 'Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary !...shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more ; My Mary ! For though thou gladly wouldst fulfil The same kind office for...

The Golden Treasury of Songs and Lyrics, with Notes

Francis Turner Palgrave - 1908 - 437 страници
...this might be the last! My Mary! 5 Thy spirits have a fainter flow, I see thee daily weaker grow — 'Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary! Thy needles, once a shining store, 10 For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more; My Mary! For though thou gladly...

The Golden Treasury of Songs and Lyrics, with Notes

Francis Turner Palgrave - 1908 - 437 страници
...this might be the last! My Mary! 5 Thy spirits have a fainter flow, I see thee daily weaker grow — 'Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary! Thy needles, once a shining store, 10 For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more; My Mary! For though thou gladly...

The Book of Georgian Verse

William Stanley Braithwaite - 1909 - 1313 страници
...that this might be the last ! My Mary! Thy spirits have a fainter flow, I see thee daily weaker grow; Twas my distress that brought thee low. My Mary! Thy...shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more, My Mary! For though thou gladly wouldst fulfil The same kind office for...

The Harvard Classics, Том 41, Страница 2

1910
...this might be the last 1 My Mary ! Thy spirits have a fainter flow, I see thee daily weaker grow — Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary! Thy...shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more ; My Mary ! For though thou gladly wouldst fulfil The same kind office for...

The Pageant of English Poetry

Robert Maynard Leonard - 1909 - 606 страници
...this might be the last ! My Mary ! Thy spirits have a fainter flow, I see thee daily weaker grow — 'Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary !...shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more, My Mary ! For though thou gladly wouldst fulfil The same kind office for...

English Poetry..: With Introduction, Notes and Illustrations, Том 41

1910
...this might be the last 1 My Maryl Thy spirits have a fainter flow, I see thee daily weaker grow — 'Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary!...shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more ; My Maryl For though thou gladly wouldst fulfil The same kind office for...

The Book of Friendship

1910 - 331 страници
...might be our last, My Mary ! Thy spirits have a fainter flow : I see thee daily weaker grow ; 'Tis my distress that brought thee low, My Mary ! Thy needles,...store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust, disused, and shine no more, My Mary ! Thy indistinct expressions seem Like language uttered in a dream...




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