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Living voices Elizabeth Spooner. • Still in my Prayers and in my Dreams The Tears I shed must ever fall " O Lady , thy Lover is dead , " they cried Dorette . Kunegunda My Lady sleeps O Swallow , Swallow ! flying , flying South Finette ...
Living voices Elizabeth Spooner. • Still in my Prayers and in my Dreams The Tears I shed must ever fall " O Lady , thy Lover is dead , " they cried Dorette . Kunegunda My Lady sleeps O Swallow , Swallow ! flying , flying South Finette ...
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... tear effaced , slow dropping from her eye . " No , no ! " she sighs , " bid me not rise , nor lay my cushion down , To ... tears , and was my lover ? I will not rise , with heavy eyes , nor lay my cushion down , To gaze on false Andalla ...
... tear effaced , slow dropping from her eye . " No , no ! " she sighs , " bid me not rise , nor lay my cushion down , To ... tears , and was my lover ? I will not rise , with heavy eyes , nor lay my cushion down , To gaze on false Andalla ...
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... tears might well be shed , To think I was not near to keep One vigil o'er thy bed ; To gaze , how fondly ! on thy face , To fold thee in a faint embrace , Uphold thy drooping head ; And show that love , however vain , Nor thou nor I can ...
... tears might well be shed , To think I was not near to keep One vigil o'er thy bed ; To gaze , how fondly ! on thy face , To fold thee in a faint embrace , Uphold thy drooping head ; And show that love , however vain , Nor thou nor I can ...
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... tears I shed . I have been weeping in Dreamland , I dreamed you were untrue ; I woke , but still my tears fell fast For all that I could do . I have been weeping in Dreamland , I dreamed you loved me well ; I woke , and could not choose ...
... tears I shed . I have been weeping in Dreamland , I dreamed you were untrue ; I woke , but still my tears fell fast For all that I could do . I have been weeping in Dreamland , I dreamed you loved me well ; I woke , and could not choose ...
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... tears , Where are neither hopes nor fears ? Though with you I am alone And must be so everywhere , I will make no useless moan , None shall say , " She could not bear ; " While life lasts I will be strong , But I shall not struggle long ...
... tears , Where are neither hopes nor fears ? Though with you I am alone And must be so everywhere , I will make no useless moan , None shall say , " She could not bear ; " While life lasts I will be strong , But I shall not struggle long ...
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Angel BAYARD TAYLOR beneath beside bird blessed breast breath bride bright brown rosary cheek child CHRISTINA ROSETTI cold cried D. G. ROSSETTI dark dead dear death deep destrier door DORA GREENWELL doth dream dreamlight eyes face fair Fatima's hand feet fell flowers gaze GEORGE MACDONALD GERALD MASSEY golden gone grave grey hair hand hath head hear heard heart Hell and Heaven Henry of Navarre ISA CRAIG JEAN INGELOW John Munro kissed knee light lips look Lord maiden Mariline Mary Mother moon morning never night o'er Onora in sleep pale Plymouth town pray prayer ring Roland rose round shining sigh sing Sister Helen smile song sorrow soul spirit steed stood strong sweet tears thee thine thou thought Toll slowly Trotty unto voice wave weep wild Willy wind words
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Page 320 - Does the road wind up-hill all the way ? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place ? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face ? You cannot miss that inn.
Page 463 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the angel of death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd; And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still...
Page 315 - Life ! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'Tis hard. to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good Night, — but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
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Page 195 - I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three ; " Good speed ! " cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew;
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Page 195 - ... other; we kept the great pace Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
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Page 322 - Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep, Where the winds are all asleep ; Where the spent lights quiver and gleam, Where the salt weed sways in the stream, Where the sea-beasts, ranged all round, Feed in the ooze of their pasture-ground ; Where the sea-snakes coil and twine, Dry their mail and bask in the brine ; Where great whales come sailing by, Sail and sail, with unshut eye, Round the world for ever and aye...