A TREASURY OF THE FAMILIAR |
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... when it falls from the sky , To be trampled in mud by the crowd rushing by , To be trampled and tracked by the thousands of feet , Till it blends with the horrible filth in the street . Once I was pure as the snow - but I fell !
... when it falls from the sky , To be trampled in mud by the crowd rushing by , To be trampled and tracked by the thousands of feet , Till it blends with the horrible filth in the street . Once I was pure as the snow - but I fell !
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All at once the horse stood still , Close by the meet'n ' - house on the hill . -First a shiver , and then a thrill , Then something decidedly like a spill ,And the parson was sitting up on a rock , At half - past nine by the meet'n ...
All at once the horse stood still , Close by the meet'n ' - house on the hill . -First a shiver , and then a thrill , Then something decidedly like a spill ,And the parson was sitting up on a rock , At half - past nine by the meet'n ...
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THE HARP THAT ONCE THROUGH TARA'S HALLS Thomas Moore The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed , Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled . So sleeps the pride of former days , So glory's thrill ...
THE HARP THAT ONCE THROUGH TARA'S HALLS Thomas Moore The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed , Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled . So sleeps the pride of former days , So glory's thrill ...
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