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Page 11
And they held their breath as they left the room , With a shudder to glance at its
stillness and gloom . But he — who loved her too well to dread The sweet , the
stately , the beautiful dead , - He lit his lamp , and took the key , And turn'd it !
And they held their breath as they left the room , With a shudder to glance at its
stillness and gloom . But he — who loved her too well to dread The sweet , the
stately , the beautiful dead , - He lit his lamp , and took the key , And turn'd it !
Page 12
Oh , perfect Dead ! oh , Dead most dear , I hold the breath of my soul to hear ; - 11
, “ I listen as deep as to horrible As high as to heaven ! - and you do not tell ! “
There must be pleasures in dying , Sweet , To make you so placid from head to ...
Oh , perfect Dead ! oh , Dead most dear , I hold the breath of my soul to hear ; - 11
, “ I listen as deep as to horrible As high as to heaven ! - and you do not tell ! “
There must be pleasures in dying , Sweet , To make you so placid from head to ...
Page 13
What a strange delicious amazement is Death , To be without body and breathe
without breath . “ I should laugh for joy if you did not cry ; Oh , listen ! Love lasts !
— Love never will die . “ I am only your Angel who was your Bride ; And I know ...
What a strange delicious amazement is Death , To be without body and breathe
without breath . “ I should laugh for joy if you did not cry ; Oh , listen ! Love lasts !
— Love never will die . “ I am only your Angel who was your Bride ; And I know ...
Page 20
Dost thou not harken to the breath of Spring And hopes that thrill and pine ? Dost
thou know enough , that Life is good ; That Life is joy untold , As free and broad
as sunset ray ? A clay it is , for thine own hand to mold ; To make or mar it as you
...
Dost thou not harken to the breath of Spring And hopes that thrill and pine ? Dost
thou know enough , that Life is good ; That Life is joy untold , As free and broad
as sunset ray ? A clay it is , for thine own hand to mold ; To make or mar it as you
...
Page 21
A dream is but a rose's breath so pure and free ; And so is Death . ' Tis but a
dream , A sleep - a tender kiss ; A pillow for thy care and tear ; It is not , then ,
amiss . And what is Life ? And what is Love ? And what is Death ? Seek , child ,
no more ...
A dream is but a rose's breath so pure and free ; And so is Death . ' Tis but a
dream , A sleep - a tender kiss ; A pillow for thy care and tear ; It is not , then ,
amiss . And what is Life ? And what is Love ? And what is Death ? Seek , child ,
no more ...
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