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To My Mother Because I feel that , in the Heavens above , The angels , whispering to one another , Can find , among their burning terms of love , None so devotional as that of “ Mother , ” Therefore by that dear name I long have called ...
To My Mother Because I feel that , in the Heavens above , The angels , whispering to one another , Can find , among their burning terms of love , None so devotional as that of “ Mother , ” Therefore by that dear name I long have called ...
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My dear son , I tell thee , O. " “ O I have killed my red - roan steed , Mother , mother , O I have killed my red - roan steed , That was so fair and free , 0. " “ Your steed was old and your stable's filled , Edward , Edward , Your ...
My dear son , I tell thee , O. " “ O I have killed my red - roan steed , Mother , mother , O I have killed my red - roan steed , That was so fair and free , 0. " “ Your steed was old and your stable's filled , Edward , Edward , Your ...
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“ The world's room — let them beg through life , Mother , mother , The world's room — let them beg through life , For them nevermore will I see , O. ” " And what will ye leave to your own mother dear , Edward , Edward ?
“ The world's room — let them beg through life , Mother , mother , The world's room — let them beg through life , For them nevermore will I see , O. ” " And what will ye leave to your own mother dear , Edward , Edward ?
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