The Golden Treasury: Selected from the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageMacmillan, 1920 - 279 страница |
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... rest a little longer , Till the little wings are stronger . So she rests a little longer , Then she flies away . What does little baby say , In her bed at peep of day ? Baby says , like little birdie , Let me rise and fly away . Baby ...
... rest a little longer , Till the little wings are stronger . So she rests a little longer , Then she flies away . What does little baby say , In her bed at peep of day ? Baby says , like little birdie , Let me rise and fly away . Baby ...
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... rest , Like helpless birds in the warm nest , On the castle's southern side ; Where feebly comes the mournful roar Of buffeting wind and surging tide Through many a room and corridor . -Full on their window the moon's ray Makes their ...
... rest , Like helpless birds in the warm nest , On the castle's southern side ; Where feebly comes the mournful roar Of buffeting wind and surging tide Through many a room and corridor . -Full on their window the moon's ray Makes their ...
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... rest is very far to seek . Ask the old why they weep , and not the children , For the outside earth is cold , — And we young ones stand without , in our bewildering , And the graves are for the old . ' True , ' say the young children ...
... rest is very far to seek . Ask the old why they weep , and not the children , For the outside earth is cold , — And we young ones stand without , in our bewildering , And the graves are for the old . ' True , ' say the young children ...
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... rest . I will make my best endeavour That my sins may be forgiven ; I will serve God more than ever : To meet my child in heaven . I will check this foolish sorrow , For what God doth is best- But O , ' tis a month to - morrow I buried ...
... rest . I will make my best endeavour That my sins may be forgiven ; I will serve God more than ever : To meet my child in heaven . I will check this foolish sorrow , For what God doth is best- But O , ' tis a month to - morrow I buried ...
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... rest : She could not dream her little child would die : She toss'd him fondly with an upward eye : She seem'd as buoyant as a summer spray , That dances with a blossom on its breast , Nor knows how soon it will be borne away . C ...
... rest : She could not dream her little child would die : She toss'd him fondly with an upward eye : She seem'd as buoyant as a summer spray , That dances with a blossom on its breast , Nor knows how soon it will be borne away . C ...
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