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... hands unsparing and unwearied sow , Shall deck thy grave with amaranthine flowers , And yield thee fruits divine in heaven's immortal bowers . Inscription for the Entrance into a Wood . - BRYant . STRANGER , if thou hast learnt a truth ...
... hands unsparing and unwearied sow , Shall deck thy grave with amaranthine flowers , And yield thee fruits divine in heaven's immortal bowers . Inscription for the Entrance into a Wood . - BRYant . STRANGER , if thou hast learnt a truth ...
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... hand tremble ? or is't mine That feels so deathy ? Had . Dark imaginations haunt me When I recall the dreadful interview . Tam . O , tell them not - I would not hear them . Had . But why contemn a Spirit's love ? so high , So glorious ...
... hand tremble ? or is't mine That feels so deathy ? Had . Dark imaginations haunt me When I recall the dreadful interview . Tam . O , tell them not - I would not hear them . Had . But why contemn a Spirit's love ? so high , So glorious ...
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... hand Clasped in her own , and his round , delicate feet , Scarce trained to balance on the tented floor , Sandaled for journeying . He had looked up Into his mother's face until he caught The spirit there , and his young heart was ...
... hand Clasped in her own , and his round , delicate feet , Scarce trained to balance on the tented floor , Sandaled for journeying . He had looked up Into his mother's face until he caught The spirit there , and his young heart was ...
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... hand , In silent blessing , on the fair - haired boy , And left her to her lot of loneliness . Should Hagar weep ? May slighted woman turn , And , as a vine the oak hath shaken off , Bend lightly to her tendencies again ? O no ! by all ...
... hand , In silent blessing , on the fair - haired boy , And left her to her lot of loneliness . Should Hagar weep ? May slighted woman turn , And , as a vine the oak hath shaken off , Bend lightly to her tendencies again ? O no ! by all ...
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... hand is on thee . How can I leave my boy , so pillowed there Upon his clustering hair ! ' She stood beside the well her God had given To gush in that deep wilderness , and bathed The forehead of her child until he laughed In his ...
... hand is on thee . How can I leave my boy , so pillowed there Upon his clustering hair ! ' She stood beside the well her God had given To gush in that deep wilderness , and bathed The forehead of her child until he laughed In his ...
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