Mirror Library, Issues 1-31George Pope Morris, Nathaniel Parker Willis 1843 |
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... LORD IVON . No , sweet one - for a sword . ISIDORE . You surely spoke to her ? LORD IVON . I saw her face No more for years . I went unto the wars ; And when again I sought that palace door , A glory heralded the minstrel boy That ...
... LORD IVON . No , sweet one - for a sword . ISIDORE . You surely spoke to her ? LORD IVON . I saw her face No more for years . I went unto the wars ; And when again I sought that palace door , A glory heralded the minstrel boy That ...
Page 27
... LORD IVON . No , sweet one - for a sword . ISIDORE . You surely spoke to her ? LORD IVON . I saw her face No more for years . I went unto the wars ; And when again I sought that palace door , A glory heralded the minstrel boy That ...
... LORD IVON . No , sweet one - for a sword . ISIDORE . You surely spoke to her ? LORD IVON . I saw her face No more for years . I went unto the wars ; And when again I sought that palace door , A glory heralded the minstrel boy That ...
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... Lord ! let harp , and lute , and voice , Up to the expanding gates of heaven rejoice , While the bright martyrs to their rest are borne ; Sing to the Lord ! their blood - stained course is run , And every head its diadem hath won , Rich ...
... Lord ! let harp , and lute , and voice , Up to the expanding gates of heaven rejoice , While the bright martyrs to their rest are borne ; Sing to the Lord ! their blood - stained course is run , And every head its diadem hath won , Rich ...
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