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Page 33
I keep them like a lock or leaf That some dear girl has given ; Frail record of an hour, as brief As sunset clouds in heaven, But spreading purple twilight still High over memory's shadowed hill. They lie upon my pathway bleak; ...
I keep them like a lock or leaf That some dear girl has given ; Frail record of an hour, as brief As sunset clouds in heaven, But spreading purple twilight still High over memory's shadowed hill. They lie upon my pathway bleak; ...
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What care I though the dust is spread Around these yellow leaves, Or o'er them his sarcastic thread Oblivion's insect weaves ? Though weeds are tangled on the stream, It still reflects my morning's beam. And therefore love I such as ...
What care I though the dust is spread Around these yellow leaves, Or o'er them his sarcastic thread Oblivion's insect weaves ? Though weeds are tangled on the stream, It still reflects my morning's beam. And therefore love I such as ...
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Contents
LXXXIII | 262 |
LXXXIV | 267 |
LXXXV | 269 |
LXXXVI | 271 |
LXXXVII | 273 |
LXXXVIII | 276 |
LXXXIX | 278 |
XC | 281 |
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XX | 60 |
XXI | 65 |
XXII | 67 |
XXIII | 69 |
XXIV | 73 |
XXV | 75 |
XXVI | 77 |
XXVII | 78 |
XXVIII | 81 |
XXIX | 82 |
XXX | 84 |
XXXI | 89 |
XXXII | 93 |
XXXIII | 101 |
XXXIV | 103 |
XXXV | 105 |
XXXVI | 106 |
XXXVII | 107 |
XXXVIII | 134 |
XXXIX | 143 |
XL | 147 |
XLI | 148 |
XLII | 152 |
XLIII | 154 |
XLIV | 158 |
XLV | 159 |
XLVI | 170 |
XLVII | 171 |
XLVIII | 195 |
XLIX | 197 |
L | 199 |
LI | 202 |
LII | 204 |
LIII | 205 |
LIV | 207 |
LV | 208 |
LVI | 209 |
LVII | 213 |
LVIII | 217 |
LIX | 219 |
LX | 220 |
LXI | 224 |
LXII | 226 |
LXIII | 227 |
LXIV | 229 |
LXV | 231 |
LXVI | 232 |
LXVII | 237 |
LXVIII | 239 |
LXIX | 240 |
LXX | 242 |
LXXI | 244 |
LXXII | 247 |
LXXIII | 248 |
LXXIV | 249 |
LXXV | 250 |
LXXVI | 252 |
LXXVII | 254 |
LXXVIII | 256 |
LXXIX | 257 |
LXXX | 258 |
LXXXI | 260 |
LXXXII | 261 |
XCI | 282 |
XCII | 284 |
XCIII | 287 |
XCIV | 289 |
XCV | 292 |
XCVI | 293 |
XCVII | 295 |
XCVIII | 296 |
XCIX | 299 |
C | 301 |
CI | 303 |
CII | 305 |
CIII | 307 |
CIV | 309 |
CV | 313 |
CVI | 315 |
CVII | 318 |
CVIII | 319 |
CIX | 321 |
CX | 322 |
CXI | 325 |
CXII | 328 |
CXIII | 332 |
CXIV | 335 |
CXV | 336 |
CXVI | 341 |
CXVII | 344 |
CXVIII | 347 |
CXIX | 349 |
CXX | 350 |
CXXI | 353 |
CXXII | 356 |
CXXIII | 359 |
CXXIV | 364 |
CXXV | 369 |
CXXVI | 373 |
CXXVII | 375 |
CXXVIII | 377 |
CXXIX | 381 |
CXXX | 383 |
CXXXI | 384 |
CXXXII | 386 |
CXXXIII | 387 |
CXXXIV | 389 |
CXXXV | 390 |
CXXXVI | 393 |
CXXXVII | 394 |
CXXXVIII | 395 |
CXXXIX | 398 |
CXL | 400 |
CXLI | 401 |
CXLII | 404 |
CXLIII | 407 |
CXLIV | 408 |
CXLV | 409 |
CXLVI | 412 |
CXLVII | 414 |
CXLVIII | 416 |
CXLIX | 417 |
CL | 421 |
CLI | 427 |
CLII | 428 |
CLIII | 430 |
CLV | 431 |
CLVI | 433 |
CLVII | 435 |
CLVIII | 437 |
CLIX | 438 |
CLX | 440 |
CLXI | 442 |
CLXII | 445 |
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arms beneath blue boys breast breath bright bring claim close comes crown dark dead dear dream drop earth eyes face faded fair faithful fall feel fire flame flow flowers gathered give glow golden grave green grow hand hear heard heart Heaven hill hold hour keep kind land laugh leaves light lips living look meet memory morning Nature never night o'er once passed past peaceful plain poor remember ring roll rose round shadows shine shore side sigh silent sing smile snow song soul spread spring stand stars story stream sweet tears tell thee thine thou thought Till tongue true turn voice wall wandering warm waves wild winds wings young youth
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Page 2 - The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
Page 1 - I saw him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round Through the town.