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... story of the maid Whose name she knows so well . Peace to the ever - murmuring race ! And when the latest one Shall fold in death her feeble wings Beneath the autumn sun , Then shall she raise her fainting voice , And lift her drooping ...
... story of the maid Whose name she knows so well . Peace to the ever - murmuring race ! And when the latest one Shall fold in death her feeble wings Beneath the autumn sun , Then shall she raise her fainting voice , And lift her drooping ...
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... story * s true or not . It isn't for me to show ; There's many a thing that ' s twice as queer In somebody's lectures that we hear , And those are true , you know . What are those lone ones doing now , The wife and the children sad ? Oh ...
... story * s true or not . It isn't for me to show ; There's many a thing that ' s twice as queer In somebody's lectures that we hear , And those are true , you know . What are those lone ones doing now , The wife and the children sad ? Oh ...
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... story I will tell , And you shall see where the puddings fell , And pay for the punch beside . TO THE PORTRAIT OF " A LADY " IN THE ATHENÆUM GALLEBY Well , Miss , I wonder where you live , I wonder what's your name , I wonder how you ...
... story I will tell , And you shall see where the puddings fell , And pay for the punch beside . TO THE PORTRAIT OF " A LADY " IN THE ATHENÆUM GALLEBY Well , Miss , I wonder where you live , I wonder what's your name , I wonder how you ...
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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.