A New Library of Poetry and Song, Volume 2William Cullen Bryant Fords, Howard & Hulbert, 1876 - 934 pagina's |
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... Dead 271 260 • • Guy Fawkes 867 Hallo , my Fancy • 748 Harry Ashland , one of my lovers " 38 Humility 354 " If women could be fair " 714 " I'll sing you a good old song 866 Indian Summer 396 Indian Summer 396 Infant's Death , On an 266 ...
... Dead 271 260 • • Guy Fawkes 867 Hallo , my Fancy • 748 Harry Ashland , one of my lovers " 38 Humility 354 " If women could be fair " 714 " I'll sing you a good old song 866 Indian Summer 396 Indian Summer 396 Infant's Death , On an 266 ...
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... dead ! The solemn angel of eternal peace Has waved a wand of mystery o'er his head , Touched his strong heart , and bade his pulses cease . Behold , in marble quietude he lies ! Pallid and cold , divorced from earthly breath , With ...
... dead ! The solemn angel of eternal peace Has waved a wand of mystery o'er his head , Touched his strong heart , and bade his pulses cease . Behold , in marble quietude he lies ! Pallid and cold , divorced from earthly breath , With ...
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... dead on the place . I only wish I'd got him safe in these two Moth- erly arms , and would n't I hug him and kiss him ! Lawk ! I never knew what a precious he was —— but a child don't not feel like a child till you miss him . Why , there ...
... dead on the place . I only wish I'd got him safe in these two Moth- erly arms , and would n't I hug him and kiss him ! Lawk ! I never knew what a precious he was —— but a child don't not feel like a child till you miss him . Why , there ...
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... dead ; those two are dead ! Their spirits are in heaven ! " " " T was throwing words away ; for still The little maid would have her will , And said , " Nay , we are seven ! " WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . TO A CHILD , DURING SICKNESS . SLEEP ...
... dead ; those two are dead ! Their spirits are in heaven ! " " " T was throwing words away ; for still The little maid would have her will , And said , " Nay , we are seven ! " WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . TO A CHILD , DURING SICKNESS . SLEEP ...
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... dead , John , And what is sadder now , The grapevine of that same old swing Hangs on the withered bough . I read our names upon the bark , And found the pebbles rare Laid up beneath the hollow side , As we had piled them there . Beneath ...
... dead , John , And what is sadder now , The grapevine of that same old swing Hangs on the withered bough . I read our names upon the bark , And found the pebbles rare Laid up beneath the hollow side , As we had piled them there . Beneath ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON angel beauty beneath bird bloom bosom boys breast breath bright brow Bryant cheek clouds cold dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING England eyes face fair fear feet flowers gentle golden gone grave green hair hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill hour JEAN INGELOW JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER kiss leaves light lips live look Lord love thee love's lover moon morning mother ne'er never nevermore night o'er PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY poems poet prayer ROBERT BURNS ROBERT HERRICK rose round shadow shine sigh silent sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul spirit spring stars summer sweet tears tell thine things THOMAS HOOD THOMAS MOORE thou art thought tree voice wave weary weep wild WILLIAM WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind wings