The Cambridge Book of Poetry and SongT.Y. Crowell & Company, 1882 - 882 páginas |
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... Live , · Love of Country and of Home , Love of the Country , Love Reluctant to Endanger , Love's Reward , Love shall Save us all , • Hood , 28-4 S. T. Coleridge , 140 Tilton , 598 Allingham , 686 · B. W. Procter , 444 Montgomery , 382 ...
... Live , · Love of Country and of Home , Love of the Country , Love Reluctant to Endanger , Love's Reward , Love shall Save us all , • Hood , 28-4 S. T. Coleridge , 140 Tilton , 598 Allingham , 686 · B. W. Procter , 444 Montgomery , 382 ...
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... Live Alone ? Why so Pale and Wan , Fond Lover ? T. H. Bayly , 688 Keble , 315 Suckling , 550 Why thus Longing ? Widowed , Widow Machree , Sewall , 483 • Boyle , 805 Lover , 747 Widow Malone ,. Wife to Husband , Wind and Sea , Windless ...
... Live Alone ? Why so Pale and Wan , Fond Lover ? T. H. Bayly , 688 Keble , 315 Suckling , 550 Why thus Longing ? Widowed , Widow Machree , Sewall , 483 • Boyle , 805 Lover , 747 Widow Malone ,. Wife to Husband , Wind and Sea , Windless ...
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... live . Heap not the heavy marble on my head To shut away the sunshine and the dew : Let small blooms grow there , and let grasses wave , And rain - drops filter through . Thou wilt meet many fairer and more gay Than I ; but , trust me ...
... live . Heap not the heavy marble on my head To shut away the sunshine and the dew : Let small blooms grow there , and let grasses wave , And rain - drops filter through . Thou wilt meet many fairer and more gay Than I ; but , trust me ...
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... live , let him feel : I have lived Heap up his moments with life ! Triple his pulses with fame ! SELF - DEPENDENCE . WEARY of myself , and sick of asking At this vessel's prow I stand , which What I am , and what I ought to be , bears ...
... live , let him feel : I have lived Heap up his moments with life ! Triple his pulses with fame ! SELF - DEPENDENCE . WEARY of myself , and sick of asking At this vessel's prow I stand , which What I am , and what I ought to be , bears ...
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... live in deeds , not years ; in thoughts , not breath ; In feelings , not in figures on the dial . We should count time by heart - throbs when they beat For God , for man , for duty . He most lives , Who thinks most , feels noblest ...
... live in deeds , not years ; in thoughts , not breath ; In feelings , not in figures on the dial . We should count time by heart - throbs when they beat For God , for man , for duty . He most lives , Who thinks most , feels noblest ...
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