The Lyric PoemsJ.M. Dent, 1895 - Всего страниц: 243 |
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... flow ; And flow it did : not taking heed Of its own bounty , or my need . What happy moments did I count ! Blest was I then all bliss above ! Now , for that consecrated fount Of murmuring , sparkling , living love , What have I ? shall ...
... flow ; And flow it did : not taking heed Of its own bounty , or my need . What happy moments did I count ! Blest was I then all bliss above ! Now , for that consecrated fount Of murmuring , sparkling , living love , What have I ? shall ...
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... flow as now it flows . " And here , on this delightful day , I cannot choose but think How oft , a vigorous man , I lay Beside this fountain's brink . “ My eyes are dim with childish tears , My heart is idly stirred , For the same sound ...
... flow as now it flows . " And here , on this delightful day , I cannot choose but think How oft , a vigorous man , I lay Beside this fountain's brink . “ My eyes are dim with childish tears , My heart is idly stirred , For the same sound ...
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... flows on through the vale of Cheapside . Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale , Down which she so often has ... flow , and the hill will not rise , And the colours have all passed away from her eyes ! The Last of the Flock ...
... flows on through the vale of Cheapside . Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale , Down which she so often has ... flow , and the hill will not rise , And the colours have all passed away from her eyes ! The Last of the Flock ...
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