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... progress . In later life he was not in sympathy with the idea of democracy and liberal government . Here we admire more his great contemporary and friend . " Tell Gladstone that I love him , " he said to an acquaintance , viii PREFACE .
... progress . In later life he was not in sympathy with the idea of democracy and liberal government . Here we admire more his great contemporary and friend . " Tell Gladstone that I love him , " he said to an acquaintance , viii PREFACE .
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... weakly little one , — " Nay for I love him all the better for it- God bless him , he shall sit upon my knees And I will tell him tales of foreign parts , 185 190 195 And make him merry , when I come home again ENOCH ARDEN . 7.
... weakly little one , — " Nay for I love him all the better for it- God bless him , he shall sit upon my knees And I will tell him tales of foreign parts , 185 190 195 And make him merry , when I come home again ENOCH ARDEN . 7.
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... tell What most it needed — howsoe'er it was , ere she was aware , After a lingering , Like the caged bird escaping suddenly , The little innocent soul flitted away . In that same week when Annie buried it , Philip's true heart , which ...
... tell What most it needed — howsoe'er it was , ere she was aware , After a lingering , Like the caged bird escaping suddenly , The little innocent soul flitted away . In that same week when Annie buried it , Philip's true heart , which ...
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... tell her , never to let her know . Help me not to break in upon her peace . My children too ! must I not speak to these ? They know me not . I should betray myself . Never No father's kiss for me - -the girl So like her mother , and the ...
... tell her , never to let her know . Help me not to break in upon her peace . My children too ! must I not speak to these ? They know me not . I should betray myself . Never No father's kiss for me - -the girl So like her mother , and the ...
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... tell her you had seen him dead , Why , that would be her comfort ' ; and he thought ' After the Lord has call'd me she shall know , I wait His time , ' and Enoch set himself , Scorning an alms , to work whereby to live . Almost to all ...
... tell her you had seen him dead , Why , that would be her comfort ' ; and he thought ' After the Lord has call'd me she shall know , I wait His time , ' and Enoch set himself , Scorning an alms , to work whereby to live . Almost to all ...
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