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... birthday IX . " My Love , I have no fear " X. " I cannot think that thou " . PAGE 1 2 3 4 5 5 5 6 7 8 9 9 9 10 10 11 13 14 15 15 15 16 17 17 18 18 19 20 . 222222222 20 21 21 21 19 19 20 20 " There never yet was flower " XI . 24.
... birthday IX . " My Love , I have no fear " X. " I cannot think that thou " . PAGE 1 2 3 4 5 5 5 6 7 8 9 9 9 10 10 11 13 14 15 15 15 16 17 17 18 18 19 20 . 222222222 20 21 21 21 19 19 20 20 " There never yet was flower " XI . 24.
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... fear , Ever singing drearfully . Here all is pleasant as a dream ; The wind scarce shaketh down the dew , The green grass floweth like a stream Into the ocean's blue ; Listen ! O , listen ! Here is a gush of many streams , A song of ...
... fear , Ever singing drearfully . Here all is pleasant as a dream ; The wind scarce shaketh down the dew , The green grass floweth like a stream Into the ocean's blue ; Listen ! O , listen ! Here is a gush of many streams , A song of ...
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... fear of blame , and yet which ever hasteneth To pour the balm of kind looks on the wound , If they be wounds which such sweet teach- ing makes , Giving itself a pang for others ' sakes ; No want of faith , that chills with side- long ...
... fear of blame , and yet which ever hasteneth To pour the balm of kind looks on the wound , If they be wounds which such sweet teach- ing makes , Giving itself a pang for others ' sakes ; No want of faith , that chills with side- long ...
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... fear , and glorious agony , Thou of the toil - strung hands and iron sinews And soul by Mother Earth with free- dom fed , timer , To all men's prides and fancies as they pass . Not his the song , which , in its metre holy , Chimes with ...
... fear , and glorious agony , Thou of the toil - strung hands and iron sinews And soul by Mother Earth with free- dom fed , timer , To all men's prides and fancies as they pass . Not his the song , which , in its metre holy , Chimes with ...
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... fears the cold , Nor dares to wear a garment old ; A heritage , it seems to me , One scarce would wish to hold in fee . The rich man's son inherits cares ; The bank may break , the factory burn , A breath may burst his bubble shares ...
... fears the cold , Nor dares to wear a garment old ; A heritage , it seems to me , One scarce would wish to hold in fee . The rich man's son inherits cares ; The bank may break , the factory burn , A breath may burst his bubble shares ...
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