Friendship's Offering: And Winter's Wreath: a Christmas and New Year's PresentSmith, Elder, 1826 |
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... earth were passing . In the present instance , every thing tended to keep up , and to increase , this feeling . There were none of those circumstances of squalidity , wretchedness , or ignorance , which , in despite of ourselves , will ...
... earth were passing . In the present instance , every thing tended to keep up , and to increase , this feeling . There were none of those circumstances of squalidity , wretchedness , or ignorance , which , in despite of ourselves , will ...
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... earth it loathes . She held Within her arms an urn ; beneath the shade Of the tree which had been the favourite haunt Of her young lover , at the twilight hour- For then they met - she placed her treasure down . It was a tale of wonder ...
... earth it loathes . She held Within her arms an urn ; beneath the shade Of the tree which had been the favourite haunt Of her young lover , at the twilight hour- For then they met - she placed her treasure down . It was a tale of wonder ...
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... earth , and set me free ! Linda . Be more advised - I pray - soft , sweet Ti- manthe ! And time may win ye to forget Montalto . Timanthe . Time ! —and forget ! —a calendar for woe ! Bid my heart suffer by an almanack ! Thou dost deride ...
... earth , and set me free ! Linda . Be more advised - I pray - soft , sweet Ti- manthe ! And time may win ye to forget Montalto . Timanthe . Time ! —and forget ! —a calendar for woe ! Bid my heart suffer by an almanack ! Thou dost deride ...
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... earth ! -I'll love her too ! Ah , Linda , Linda ! what's the despair that kills ? The torment of the damned most surely lies In viewing heaven , afar , with hopeless eyes ! Rushes out . SONG . " HERE'S TO THEE , MY SCOTTISH LASSIE ...
... earth ! -I'll love her too ! Ah , Linda , Linda ! what's the despair that kills ? The torment of the damned most surely lies In viewing heaven , afar , with hopeless eyes ! Rushes out . SONG . " HERE'S TO THEE , MY SCOTTISH LASSIE ...
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... graver years , are come , ) Though my soul must burst the bonds of earth , and learr . to soar on high , And to look on this world's follies with a calm and sober eye , Though the merry wine must seldom flow , the revel 34 SCOTTISH SONG .
... graver years , are come , ) Though my soul must burst the bonds of earth , and learr . to soar on high , And to look on this world's follies with a calm and sober eye , Though the merry wine must seldom flow , the revel 34 SCOTTISH SONG .
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