Mirror Library, Issues 1-31George Pope Morris, Nathaniel Parker Willis 1843 |
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... feel , Of this dull sickness at my heart , afraid ; And in my eyes the death - sparks flash and fade ; And something seems to steal Over my bosom like a frozen hand- Binding its pulses with an icy band . And this is death ! But why Feel ...
... feel , Of this dull sickness at my heart , afraid ; And in my eyes the death - sparks flash and fade ; And something seems to steal Over my bosom like a frozen hand- Binding its pulses with an icy band . And this is death ! But why Feel ...
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... feel . Oh , if there be a charm In love , to banish harm- If pleasure's truest spell Be to love well , Then be happy , for thus I adore thee . Charms may wither , but feeling shall last : All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'er thee ...
... feel . Oh , if there be a charm In love , to banish harm- If pleasure's truest spell Be to love well , Then be happy , for thus I adore thee . Charms may wither , but feeling shall last : All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'er thee ...
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... Feel most thy power . One note of music , by moonlight's soft ray- Oh , ' tis worth thousands heard coldly by day . Then wake up , sweet melody ! Now is the hour When young and loving hearts Feel most thy power . Ask the fond ...
... Feel most thy power . One note of music , by moonlight's soft ray- Oh , ' tis worth thousands heard coldly by day . Then wake up , sweet melody ! Now is the hour When young and loving hearts Feel most thy power . Ask the fond ...
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