Mirror Library, Issues 1-31George Pope Morris, Nathaniel Parker Willis 1843 |
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... earth behind us . Should Love amid The wreaths be hid , That Joy , th ' enchanter , brings us , No danger fear , While wine is near , We'll drown him if he stings us ; Then , wreath the bowl With flowers of soul , The brightest Wit can ...
... earth behind us . Should Love amid The wreaths be hid , That Joy , th ' enchanter , brings us , No danger fear , While wine is near , We'll drown him if he stings us ; Then , wreath the bowl With flowers of soul , The brightest Wit can ...
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... earth , For ever past ? I ask the grave below- It keeps the secret well ; I call upon the heavens to show- They will not tell . Of earth's remotest strand , Are tales and tidings known ; But from the Spirit's distant land , Returneth ...
... earth , For ever past ? I ask the grave below- It keeps the secret well ; I call upon the heavens to show- They will not tell . Of earth's remotest strand , Are tales and tidings known ; But from the Spirit's distant land , Returneth ...
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... earth and heaven , the watch - towers of Time , From whose lone summit , when his reign hath past From earth for ever , he will look his last ! There hung a calm and solemn sunshine round Those mighty monuments , a hushing sound In the ...
... earth and heaven , the watch - towers of Time , From whose lone summit , when his reign hath past From earth for ever , he will look his last ! There hung a calm and solemn sunshine round Those mighty monuments , a hushing sound In the ...
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