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... child ! thy magic stole At once into my inmost soul , With feelings as thy beauty fair , And left no other vision there . To me thy parents are unknown ; Glad would they be their child to own ! And well they must have loved before , If ...
... child ! thy magic stole At once into my inmost soul , With feelings as thy beauty fair , And left no other vision there . To me thy parents are unknown ; Glad would they be their child to own ! And well they must have loved before , If ...
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... child . Iso . Child ! do you call me child ? Child ! is a sweet name ! Pro . Come , my daughter . Iso . Daughter ! That's sweeter yet than child . Nothing so sweet After the name of wife ; but wife's not sweeter Than husband . Husband ...
... child . Iso . Child ! do you call me child ? Child ! is a sweet name ! Pro . Come , my daughter . Iso . Daughter ! That's sweeter yet than child . Nothing so sweet After the name of wife ; but wife's not sweeter Than husband . Husband ...
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... child and went her way Across the wheat , and sat upon a mound That was unsown , where many poppies grew . Far off the farmer came into the field And spied her not ; for none of all his men Dare tell him Dora waited with the child ; And ...
... child and went her way Across the wheat , and sat upon a mound That was unsown , where many poppies grew . Far off the farmer came into the field And spied her not ; for none of all his men Dare tell him Dora waited with the child ; And ...
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