A Library of Poetry and Song: Being Choice Selections from the Best PoetsWilliam Cullen Bryant J.B. Ford, 1871 - 789 pages |
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... Poor Man's Labor , The CUTTER , GEORGE W. Music 585 America . Procrastination 616 Song of the Lightning . COOK , ELIZA . DANA , RICHARD HENRY . England , b . 1817 . Cambridge , Mass . , b . 1787 . Englishman , The . Hang up his harp ...
... Poor Man's Labor , The CUTTER , GEORGE W. Music 585 America . Procrastination 616 Song of the Lightning . COOK , ELIZA . DANA , RICHARD HENRY . England , b . 1817 . Cambridge , Mass . , b . 1787 . Englishman , The . Hang up his harp ...
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... poor thing , was with my own blessed Motherly eyes , Sitting as good as gold in the gutter , a playing at making little dirt - pies . I wonder he left the court , where he was better off than all the other young boys , With two bricks ...
... poor thing , was with my own blessed Motherly eyes , Sitting as good as gold in the gutter , a playing at making little dirt - pies . I wonder he left the court , where he was better off than all the other young boys , With two bricks ...
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... poor thing , was with my own blessed Motherly eyes , Sitting as good as gold in the gutter , a playing at making little dirt - pies . I wonder he left the court , where he was better off than all the other young boys , With two bricks ...
... poor thing , was with my own blessed Motherly eyes , Sitting as good as gold in the gutter , a playing at making little dirt - pies . I wonder he left the court , where he was better off than all the other young boys , With two bricks ...
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... poor be flattered ? No , let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp , And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee , Where thrift may follow fawning . Dost thou hear ? Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice , And could of men ...
... poor be flattered ? No , let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp , And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee , Where thrift may follow fawning . Dost thou hear ? Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice , And could of men ...
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... Poor Pat feels his heart , as he gazes , depart , Subdued by the smart of such painful yet sweet love ; The sight leaves his eye as he cries with a sigh , " Dance light , for my heart it lies under your feet , love ! " DENIS FLORENCE ...
... Poor Pat feels his heart , as he gazes , depart , Subdued by the smart of such painful yet sweet love ; The sight leaves his eye as he cries with a sigh , " Dance light , for my heart it lies under your feet , love ! " DENIS FLORENCE ...
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