Mirror Library, Issues 1-31George Pope Morris, Nathaniel Parker Willis 1843 |
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... cold by day it ran , Yet still , like souls of mirth , began To burn when night was near . And thus , should woman's heart and looks At noon be cold as winter brooks , Nor kindle till the night , returning , Brings their genial hour for ...
... cold by day it ran , Yet still , like souls of mirth , began To burn when night was near . And thus , should woman's heart and looks At noon be cold as winter brooks , Nor kindle till the night , returning , Brings their genial hour for ...
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... cold- All would wake , couldst thou but give me One dear smile like those of old . No - there's nothing left us now , But to mourn the past ; Vain was every ardent vow- Never yet did Heaven allow Love so warm , so wild , to last . Not ...
... cold- All would wake , couldst thou but give me One dear smile like those of old . No - there's nothing left us now , But to mourn the past ; Vain was every ardent vow- Never yet did Heaven allow Love so warm , so wild , to last . Not ...
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... cold , insensate tomb ? Can flowery breeze , or odour's breath , Affect the still , cold sense of death ? Oh no ; I ask no balm to steep With fragrant tears my bed of sleep : But now , while every pulse is glowing , Now let me breathe ...
... cold , insensate tomb ? Can flowery breeze , or odour's breath , Affect the still , cold sense of death ? Oh no ; I ask no balm to steep With fragrant tears my bed of sleep : But now , while every pulse is glowing , Now let me breathe ...
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