A New Library of Poetry and SongWilliam Cullen Bryant Doubleday, Page, 1918 - 1062 páginas |
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... feel . ; WASHINGTON ALLSTON . SEVEN TIMES ONE . THERE's no dew left on the daisies and clover , There's no rain left ... feels its life in every limb , What should it know of death ? Sweet maid , how this may be . " Then did the little ...
... feel . ; WASHINGTON ALLSTON . SEVEN TIMES ONE . THERE's no dew left on the daisies and clover , There's no rain left ... feels its life in every limb , What should it know of death ? Sweet maid , how this may be . " Then did the little ...
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... feel impatient - hearted , Yet feel we must bear on , Ah , I could not endure To whisper of such woe , Unless I felt this sleep insure That it will not be so . ; is gone , Yes , still he's fixed , and sleeping ! This silence too the ...
... feel impatient - hearted , Yet feel we must bear on , Ah , I could not endure To whisper of such woe , Unless I felt this sleep insure That it will not be so . ; is gone , Yes , still he's fixed , and sleeping ! This silence too the ...
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... feel withal The sudden tears within . Is there a leaf that greenly grows Where summer meadows bloom , But gathereth the winter snows , And changeth to the hue of those , If lasting till they come ? Is there a word , or jest , or game ...
... feel withal The sudden tears within . Is there a leaf that greenly grows Where summer meadows bloom , But gathereth the winter snows , And changeth to the hue of those , If lasting till they come ? Is there a word , or jest , or game ...
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... feel , were I to lose him now . I have a son , a second son , a simple child of three ; I'll not declare how bright and fair his little features be , How silver sweet those tones of his when he prattles on my knee ; I do not think his ...
... feel , were I to lose him now . I have a son , a second son , a simple child of three ; I'll not declare how bright and fair his little features be , How silver sweet those tones of his when he prattles on my knee ; I do not think his ...
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... feels , you feel , the sun . And her smile , it seems half holy , As if drawn from thoughts more far Than our common jestings are . And if any poet knew her , He would sing of her with falls Used in lovely madrigals . And if any painter ...
... feels , you feel , the sun . And her smile , it seems half holy , As if drawn from thoughts more far Than our common jestings are . And if any poet knew her , He would sing of her with falls Used in lovely madrigals . And if any painter ...
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