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... Decoration 125 The Monarch of Dreams " Since Cleopatra Died " A Song of Days Every Woman's Right Waiting for the Bugle 126 134 134 135 136 ELIZABETH DREW BARSTOW STODDARD . Mercedes • A Summer Night vi CONTENTS OF VOLUME VIII .
... Decoration 125 The Monarch of Dreams " Since Cleopatra Died " A Song of Days Every Woman's Right Waiting for the Bugle 126 134 134 135 136 ELIZABETH DREW BARSTOW STODDARD . Mercedes • A Summer Night vi CONTENTS OF VOLUME VIII .
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... Song Our Cousin the Curate Egyptian Serenade Wendell Phillips Ebb and Flow CHARLES GODFREY LELAND . The Two Friends At Ease with the Romanys Hans Breitmann's Barty SAMUEL SULLIVAN Cox . In the Streets of Pera 175 177 182 182 187 187 191 ...
... Song Our Cousin the Curate Egyptian Serenade Wendell Phillips Ebb and Flow CHARLES GODFREY LELAND . The Two Friends At Ease with the Romanys Hans Breitmann's Barty SAMUEL SULLIVAN Cox . In the Streets of Pera 175 177 182 182 187 187 191 ...
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... Song The Song of the Camp The Quaker Widow . Peach - Blossom The Grottoes of Capri America The Combat of Lars and Per Opening Scene of " Prince Deukalion " FRANCIS JAMES CHILD . Edmund Spenser RICHARD HENRY STODDARD . The Flight of ...
... Song The Song of the Camp The Quaker Widow . Peach - Blossom The Grottoes of Capri America The Combat of Lars and Per Opening Scene of " Prince Deukalion " FRANCIS JAMES CHILD . Edmund Spenser RICHARD HENRY STODDARD . The Flight of ...
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... SONGS . Roll , Jordan , Roll Swing Low , Sweet Chariot In de Mornin ' Bright Sparkles in de Churchyard O'er de Crossin ' Lay dis Body Down Stars Begin to Fall . In dat Great Gittin'- ' ' -Up Mornin ' Savannah Firemen's Song Boat Song ...
... SONGS . Roll , Jordan , Roll Swing Low , Sweet Chariot In de Mornin ' Bright Sparkles in de Churchyard O'er de Crossin ' Lay dis Body Down Stars Begin to Fall . In dat Great Gittin'- ' ' -Up Mornin ' Savannah Firemen's Song Boat Song ...
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... SONGS AND BALLADS OF THE CIVIL WAR . PAGE 314 324 326 327 333 334 341 342 344 348 350 353 359 Union Army Chorus Three Hundred Thousand More All Quiet Along the Potomac The Fancy Shot 361 362 362 363 The Battle Cry of Freedom Dixie ...
... SONGS AND BALLADS OF THE CIVIL WAR . PAGE 314 324 326 327 333 334 341 342 344 348 350 353 359 Union Army Chorus Three Hundred Thousand More All Quiet Along the Potomac The Fancy Shot 361 362 362 363 The Battle Cry of Freedom Dixie ...
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