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... brow , So written with the converse of his God , Beareth the swollen vein of agony . His lip is quivering , and his wonted step Of vigor is not there ; and , though the morn Is passing fair and beautiful , he breathes Its freshness ...
... brow , So written with the converse of his God , Beareth the swollen vein of agony . His lip is quivering , and his wonted step Of vigor is not there ; and , though the morn Is passing fair and beautiful , he breathes Its freshness ...
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... brow to look , And see death settle on my cradle joy . How have I drunk the light of thy blue eye ! And could I see thee die ? ' I did not dream of this when thou wast straying , Like an unbound gazelle , among the flowers ; Or wearing ...
... brow to look , And see death settle on my cradle joy . How have I drunk the light of thy blue eye ! And could I see thee die ? ' I did not dream of this when thou wast straying , Like an unbound gazelle , among the flowers ; Or wearing ...
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... brow convulsed and pale , My feeble , quivering heart - strings fail , Redeemer , grant my soul to see That " as her day , her strength shall be . " The Pilgrims.MRS . SIGOURNEY . How slow yon tiny vessel ploughs the main ! Amid the ...
... brow convulsed and pale , My feeble , quivering heart - strings fail , Redeemer , grant my soul to see That " as her day , her strength shall be . " The Pilgrims.MRS . SIGOURNEY . How slow yon tiny vessel ploughs the main ! Amid the ...
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... brow , Breathes the same freshness on its wrinkles now . The leaves that flung around me sun and shade , While gazing idly on them , as they played , Are holding yet their frolic in the air ; The motion , joy , and beauty still are ...
... brow , Breathes the same freshness on its wrinkles now . The leaves that flung around me sun and shade , While gazing idly on them , as they played , Are holding yet their frolic in the air ; The motion , joy , and beauty still are ...
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... brow . But on this hill thou , Lord , hast dwelt , Since round its head the war - cloud curled , And wrapped our fathers , where they knelt In prayer and battle for a world . Here sleeps their dust : ' tis holy ground : And we , the ...
... brow . But on this hill thou , Lord , hast dwelt , Since round its head the war - cloud curled , And wrapped our fathers , where they knelt In prayer and battle for a world . Here sleeps their dust : ' tis holy ground : And we , the ...
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