The Poets and Poetry of England, in the Nineteenth CenturyCarey & Hart, 1845 - 504 sidor |
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... never tell my step - mother Of all this bitter weeping . No earthly sleep can ease my smart , Or even awhile reprieve it ; For there's a pang at my young heart That never more can leave it ! Oh , let me lie , and weep my fill O'er ...
... never tell my step - mother Of all this bitter weeping . No earthly sleep can ease my smart , Or even awhile reprieve it ; For there's a pang at my young heart That never more can leave it ! Oh , let me lie , and weep my fill O'er ...
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... never has been more universally a favourite . " Oh , no ! we never mention her , " " The Soldier's Tear , " " She wore a Wreath of Roses , " and many more of his songs , are familiar wherever the language is spoken ; they are of that ...
... never has been more universally a favourite . " Oh , no ! we never mention her , " " The Soldier's Tear , " " She wore a Wreath of Roses , " and many more of his songs , are familiar wherever the language is spoken ; they are of that ...
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... never turn in vain ; I see thy fond and fearless smile , And hope revives again . It gives me strength to struggle ... NEVER MENTION HER . Он , no ! we never mention her ; Her name is never heard ; My lips are now forbid to speak That ...
... never turn in vain ; I see thy fond and fearless smile , And hope revives again . It gives me strength to struggle ... NEVER MENTION HER . Он , no ! we never mention her ; Her name is never heard ; My lips are now forbid to speak That ...
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