Friendship's Offering: And Winter's Wreath: a Christmas and New Year's PresentSmith, Elder, 1826 |
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... sorrow . Death - beds , of every shade and description of distress , are familiar to me . I only hope I may never witness such another wedding ! The bridal flowers will be , still , fresh , to be woven into garlands for the bride's ...
... sorrow . Death - beds , of every shade and description of distress , are familiar to me . I only hope I may never witness such another wedding ! The bridal flowers will be , still , fresh , to be woven into garlands for the bride's ...
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... more be heard ; Form , voice , that hour - all , save its sorrow- Shall be but memories on the morrow ! He is her all who bends above , Her hope - the brightest , and the last ; — Oh ! that the days life gives to love Should.
... more be heard ; Form , voice , that hour - all , save its sorrow- Shall be but memories on the morrow ! He is her all who bends above , Her hope - the brightest , and the last ; — Oh ! that the days life gives to love Should.
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... . But these are nothing - though they waste the heart To when one single sorrow , like the rod , The serpent rod , has swallowed up the rest . Her history was on every lip ; they told , D At first , a common tale ; —she loved ,
... . But these are nothing - though they waste the heart To when one single sorrow , like the rod , The serpent rod , has swallowed up the rest . Her history was on every lip ; they told , D At first , a common tale ; —she loved ,
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... sorrow - taste his every joy ; - He shall not dream a dream but I'll perceive it ! - I'll hover round his path , and o'er his bed ; As he but smiles or frowns , be grave or gay ; My soul shall be the sensitive acacia , That trembles to ...
... sorrow - taste his every joy ; - He shall not dream a dream but I'll perceive it ! - I'll hover round his path , and o'er his bed ; As he but smiles or frowns , be grave or gay ; My soul shall be the sensitive acacia , That trembles to ...
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... sorrows , and lead them to a better hope . They filled a chalice with the juice of poisonous drugs ; -both drank , and died . Percy Fitzallan , released from his confinement , dejected , and sick at heart , commenced his journey from ...
... sorrows , and lead them to a better hope . They filled a chalice with the juice of poisonous drugs ; -both drank , and died . Percy Fitzallan , released from his confinement , dejected , and sick at heart , commenced his journey from ...
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