Mirror Library, Issues 1-31George Pope Morris, Nathaniel Parker Willis 1843 |
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... brow , Hot with the burning leprosy , and touched The loathsome water to his fevered lips , Praying that he might be so blest - to die ! Footsteps approached , and , with no strength to flee , He drew the covering closer on his lip ...
... brow , Hot with the burning leprosy , and touched The loathsome water to his fevered lips , Praying that he might be so blest - to die ! Footsteps approached , and , with no strength to flee , He drew the covering closer on his lip ...
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... brow , I scarcely notice such things now- But when , amid the earnest game , He stops , as if he music heard , And , heedless of his shouted name As of the carol of a bird , Stands gazing on the empty air As if some dream were passing ...
... brow , I scarcely notice such things now- But when , amid the earnest game , He stops , as if he music heard , And , heedless of his shouted name As of the carol of a bird , Stands gazing on the empty air As if some dream were passing ...
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... brow ; But think though still unchanged the notes may be , How diff'rent feels the heart that breathes them now ! The rose thou wear'st to - night is still the same We saw this morning on its stem so gay ; But , ah ! that dew of dawn ...
... brow ; But think though still unchanged the notes may be , How diff'rent feels the heart that breathes them now ! The rose thou wear'st to - night is still the same We saw this morning on its stem so gay ; But , ah ! that dew of dawn ...
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