Dick's Recitations and Readings, 第 13 巻Dick & Fitzgerald, 1881 |
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... Fair held in this city during the war - a place of burial from which they fully deserve this resurrection . Bishop Valentine sat in an oaken chair , Conning an ancient book . His features they wore a thoughtful air , His feet they wore ...
... Fair held in this city during the war - a place of burial from which they fully deserve this resurrection . Bishop Valentine sat in an oaken chair , Conning an ancient book . His features they wore a thoughtful air , His feet they wore ...
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... fair maidens alone , Be it Valentine's Day evermore . DO , RE , MI , FA , SOL , LA , SI . From the Detroit Free Press . A Major loved a maiden so , His warlike heart was soft as Do. He oft would kneel to her and say : " Thou art of life ...
... fair maidens alone , Be it Valentine's Day evermore . DO , RE , MI , FA , SOL , LA , SI . From the Detroit Free Press . A Major loved a maiden so , His warlike heart was soft as Do. He oft would kneel to her and say : " Thou art of life ...
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... gloom at last ; Yet , even here the black is less intense For stars that wander in the voids immense ; We live unconscious of what steals away , And wake from youth's fair vision , old and gray THE CONSTANT IN THE VARIED . 23.
... gloom at last ; Yet , even here the black is less intense For stars that wander in the voids immense ; We live unconscious of what steals away , And wake from youth's fair vision , old and gray THE CONSTANT IN THE VARIED . 23.
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William Brisbane Dick. And wake from youth's fair vision , old and gray ; Yet even in youth the seeds of wasting grew , Even oldest life hath instinct of the new ! The widowed Age , still mourning Truth's decline , Starts in the flash of ...
William Brisbane Dick. And wake from youth's fair vision , old and gray ; Yet even in youth the seeds of wasting grew , Even oldest life hath instinct of the new ! The widowed Age , still mourning Truth's decline , Starts in the flash of ...
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... fair maiden , and know her we should , By the wolf and her granny - ' tis Red Riding Hood ; While after them , fearfully blowing his horn , Is Little Boy Blue on his way from the corn ; And the notes of the music he sweetly doth play ...
... fair maiden , and know her we should , By the wolf and her granny - ' tis Red Riding Hood ; While after them , fearfully blowing his horn , Is Little Boy Blue on his way from the corn ; And the notes of the music he sweetly doth play ...
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168 ページ - Leaf after leaf he turned it o'er, Nor ever glanced aside — For the peace of his soul he read that book In the golden eventide; Much study had made him very lean, And pale, and leaden-eyed.
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