A New Library of Poetry and SongWilliam Cullen Bryant Doubleday, Page, 1918 - 1062 páginas |
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... graves God's children go to him ! ) - Yet every grave gives up its dead Ere it is overgrown with grass ; Then why should hopeless tears be shed , Or need we cry , " Alas " ? Or why should Memory , veiled with gloom , And like a ...
... graves God's children go to him ! ) - Yet every grave gives up its dead Ere it is overgrown with grass ; Then why should hopeless tears be shed , Or need we cry , " Alas " ? Or why should Memory , veiled with gloom , And like a ...
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... grave The grass renewed should yearly wave , Yet God forget our child to save ? - Casa Wappy ! It cannot be ; for were it so Thus man could die , Life were a mockery , thought were woe , And truth a lie ; Heaven were a coinage of the ...
... grave The grass renewed should yearly wave , Yet God forget our child to save ? - Casa Wappy ! It cannot be ; for were it so Thus man could die , Life were a mockery , thought were woe , And truth a lie ; Heaven were a coinage of the ...
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... grave , Alas , his watery grave , in Yarrow ! Sweet were his words when last we met ; My passion I as freely told him ! Clasped in his arms , I little thought That I should nevermore behold him ! Scarce was he gone , I saw his ghost ...
... grave , Alas , his watery grave , in Yarrow ! Sweet were his words when last we met ; My passion I as freely told him ! Clasped in his arms , I little thought That I should nevermore behold him ! Scarce was he gone , I saw his ghost ...
Página 289
... grave below . My love is dead , etc. Sweet his tongue as the throstle's nɔte ; Quick in dance as thought can be ; Deft his tabor , cudgel stout ; O , he lies by the willow - tree ! My love is dead , etc. Hark ! the raven flaps his wing ...
... grave below . My love is dead , etc. Sweet his tongue as the throstle's nɔte ; Quick in dance as thought can be ; Deft his tabor , cudgel stout ; O , he lies by the willow - tree ! My love is dead , etc. Hark ! the raven flaps his wing ...
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... grave with fears untrue : Shall love be blamed for want of faith ? There must be wisdom with great Death : The dead shall look me through and through . Be near us when we climb or fall : Ye watch , like God , the rolling hours With ...
... grave with fears untrue : Shall love be blamed for want of faith ? There must be wisdom with great Death : The dead shall look me through and through . Be near us when we climb or fall : Ye watch , like God , the rolling hours With ...
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