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Page 123
... The records of ancient times declare That hapless Love is blind , Yet many's the virtue , sweet and rare , That only Love can find . [ Henry W. Allport ZOON Y 123 SYMPATHY What gem hath dropp'd and sparkles o'er his chain.
... The records of ancient times declare That hapless Love is blind , Yet many's the virtue , sweet and rare , That only Love can find . [ Henry W. Allport ZOON Y 123 SYMPATHY What gem hath dropp'd and sparkles o'er his chain.
Page 124
SYMPATHY What gem hath dropp'd and sparkles o'er his chain ? The Tear most sacred , shed for other's pain , That starts at once - bright - pure — from Pity's mine , Already polish'd by the Hand Divine . GRIEF [ Lord Byron What cannot be ...
SYMPATHY What gem hath dropp'd and sparkles o'er his chain ? The Tear most sacred , shed for other's pain , That starts at once - bright - pure — from Pity's mine , Already polish'd by the Hand Divine . GRIEF [ Lord Byron What cannot be ...
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... ? ( An Obituary ) His earthly warfare now is o'er And closed his life sublime ; From this cold world he vanished for A brighter , warmer clime . [ Frank L. Stanton NOON WAR'S GLORIOUS ART One to destroy is murder by the 137.
... ? ( An Obituary ) His earthly warfare now is o'er And closed his life sublime ; From this cold world he vanished for A brighter , warmer clime . [ Frank L. Stanton NOON WAR'S GLORIOUS ART One to destroy is murder by the 137.
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... fair resting- place ! So will she look when Death indeed has sway N O'er her dear loveliness , and holds her o fast O In that last sleep which knows nor night N nor day , 153 Which hopes no future , contemplates no past ; So.
... fair resting- place ! So will she look when Death indeed has sway N O'er her dear loveliness , and holds her o fast O In that last sleep which knows nor night N nor day , 153 Which hopes no future , contemplates no past ; So.
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... O'er thy cheek , and o'er thy breast Where thy little heart doth rest . O the cunning wiles that creep In thy little heart asleep ! When thy little heart doth wake , Then the dreadful light shall break . 161 NOON O William Blake [ 1757 ...
... O'er thy cheek , and o'er thy breast Where thy little heart doth rest . O the cunning wiles that creep In thy little heart asleep ! When thy little heart doth wake , Then the dreadful light shall break . 161 NOON O William Blake [ 1757 ...
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