Mirror Library, Issues 1-31George Pope Morris, Nathaniel Parker Willis 1843 |
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... dear ! Let it be a merry strain , Mother dear ! Shunning e'en the thought of pain : For our gentle child will weep , If the theme be dark and deep ; And We will not draw a single single tear , Mother dear ! Childhood should be all ...
... dear ! Let it be a merry strain , Mother dear ! Shunning e'en the thought of pain : For our gentle child will weep , If the theme be dark and deep ; And We will not draw a single single tear , Mother dear ! Childhood should be all ...
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... dear scene of enchantment more dear , And who felt how the best charms of nature improve , When we see them reflected from looks that we love . Sweet vale of Avoca ! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade , with the friends I love ...
... dear scene of enchantment more dear , And who felt how the best charms of nature improve , When we see them reflected from looks that we love . Sweet vale of Avoca ! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade , with the friends I love ...
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... DEAR SMILE . COULDST thou look as dear as when First I sighed for thee ; Couldst thou make me feel again Every wish I breathed thee then , Oh , how blissful life would be ! Hopes , that now beguiling leave me , Joys , that lie in ...
... DEAR SMILE . COULDST thou look as dear as when First I sighed for thee ; Couldst thou make me feel again Every wish I breathed thee then , Oh , how blissful life would be ! Hopes , that now beguiling leave me , Joys , that lie in ...
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