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... earth ? That were a road of little mirth , A doleful travel . " Why did I come ? " you seem to cry , But that's a riddle you and I Can scarce unravel . Perhaps you really wished to come , But now you are so far from home Repent the ...
... earth ? That were a road of little mirth , A doleful travel . " Why did I come ? " you seem to cry , But that's a riddle you and I Can scarce unravel . Perhaps you really wished to come , But now you are so far from home Repent the ...
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The earth is full of lovely things , And if at first you miss your wings , ; [ ` You'll soon forget them ; And others , of a rarer kind Will grow upon your tender mind- If you will let them- Until you find that your exchange a 1 . Of ...
The earth is full of lovely things , And if at first you miss your wings , ; [ ` You'll soon forget them ; And others , of a rarer kind Will grow upon your tender mind- If you will let them- Until you find that your exchange a 1 . Of ...
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... earth's songs God took the half To make the ripple of her laugh . I hear you ask , " Pray who is she ? " - This maid that is so dear to me . " A reigning queen in Fashion's whirl ? " Nay , nay ! She is my baby girl . 1 Herbert Bashford ...
... earth's songs God took the half To make the ripple of her laugh . I hear you ask , " Pray who is she ? " - This maid that is so dear to me . " A reigning queen in Fashion's whirl ? " Nay , nay ! She is my baby girl . 1 Herbert Bashford ...
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... Earth , though you are such a dot : You can love and think , and the Earth cannot ! " . William Brighty Rands [ 1823-1882 ] THE WORLD'S MUSIC THE world's a very happy place , Where every child should dance and sing , And always have a ...
... Earth , though you are such a dot : You can love and think , and the Earth cannot ! " . William Brighty Rands [ 1823-1882 ] THE WORLD'S MUSIC THE world's a very happy place , Where every child should dance and sing , And always have a ...
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... earth was still - but knew not why ; The world was listening - unawares . How calm a moment may precede One that shall thrill the world for ever ! To that still moment none would heed , Man's doom was linked , no more to sever , In the ...
... earth was still - but knew not why ; The world was listening - unawares . How calm a moment may precede One that shall thrill the world for ever ! To that still moment none would heed , Man's doom was linked , no more to sever , In the ...
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Alfred Tennyson Algernon Charles Swinburne angels babe Baby Bell Beata mea Domina beauty birds blow blue Blynken breast breath bright brown brown thrush cheeks child Christina Georgina Rossetti cried dark dear door doth dream earth Eileen Aroon eyes face fair fairy fear feet flowers girl golden grace green grow hair hand happy hath hear heart heaven Jane Taylor kiss lady laugh light lips live look Love's lullaby maid merry moon morning mother ne'er never night o'er pretty Raggedy rain Robert Herrick Robert Louis Stevenson Rockaby rose round shine sigh sing sleep smile soft song soul stars tears tell thee There's thine things Thomas Campion thou thought tree voice weary weep William William Blake William Brighty Rands William Wordsworth wind wings wonder youth
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