The Speaker's Garland: Comprising 100 Choice Selections ...Penn Publishing Company, 1904 |
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... live in , and town lots , and plenty of money ; and he looked after her and took care of her all the time ; and when she was down with the small - pox , I'm cuss'd if he did'nt set up nights and nuss her himself ! Beg your pardon for ...
... live in , and town lots , and plenty of money ; and he looked after her and took care of her all the time ; and when she was down with the small - pox , I'm cuss'd if he did'nt set up nights and nuss her himself ! Beg your pardon for ...
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... heart has a void in it still , Growing deeper and wider the longer we live , That nought but Religion can fill . THERE'S A SILVER LINING TO EVERY CLOUD . ELIZA COOK 52 ONE HUNDRED CHOICE SELECTIONS 32 xii True Source of Contentment.
... heart has a void in it still , Growing deeper and wider the longer we live , That nought but Religion can fill . THERE'S A SILVER LINING TO EVERY CLOUD . ELIZA COOK 52 ONE HUNDRED CHOICE SELECTIONS 32 xii True Source of Contentment.
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... boyish love , yet still , Oh , listless woman ! weary lover ! To feel once more that fresh , wild thrill I'd give but who can live youth over ? NOBODY THERE . 1 was the last new boy at 58 ONE HUNDRED CHOICE SELECTIONS.
... boyish love , yet still , Oh , listless woman ! weary lover ! To feel once more that fresh , wild thrill I'd give but who can live youth over ? NOBODY THERE . 1 was the last new boy at 58 ONE HUNDRED CHOICE SELECTIONS.
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... live as others live , and have what others do , We'd live enough sight pleasanter , and have a plenty too . While others have amusements and luxury and books , Just think how stingy we have lived , and how this old place looks . That ...
... live as others live , and have what others do , We'd live enough sight pleasanter , and have a plenty too . While others have amusements and luxury and books , Just think how stingy we have lived , and how this old place looks . That ...
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... live ? Don't think I'm blaming you , Charles - you're not a whit to blame , I've pitied you these many years , to see you tired and lame . It's just the way we started out , our plans too far ahead ; We've worn the cream of life away ...
... live ? Don't think I'm blaming you , Charles - you're not a whit to blame , I've pitied you these many years , to see you tired and lame . It's just the way we started out , our plans too far ahead ; We've worn the cream of life away ...
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Страница 167 - The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
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