Mirror Library, Issues 1-31George Pope Morris, Nathaniel Parker Willis 1843 |
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... Give to others gems and gold ; But leave me poor . Give to whom thou wilt thy smiles ; Cast o'r others all thy wiles ; But let thy tears flow fast and free , For me , with me ! Giv'st thou but one look , sweet heart ! A word no more ...
... Give to others gems and gold ; But leave me poor . Give to whom thou wilt thy smiles ; Cast o'r others all thy wiles ; But let thy tears flow fast and free , For me , with me ! Giv'st thou but one look , sweet heart ! A word no more ...
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... give the dead , And wept o'er thee with all love's soul ; - Wept in remembrance of that light , Which naught on earth , without thee , gives , Hope of my heart ! now quenched in night , But dearer , dead , than aught that lives . Where ...
... give the dead , And wept o'er thee with all love's soul ; - Wept in remembrance of that light , Which naught on earth , without thee , gives , Hope of my heart ! now quenched in night , But dearer , dead , than aught that lives . Where ...
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... give them - when I get ' em . I'll give but not the full - blown rose , Or rose - bud more in fashion ; Such short - lived offerings but disclose A transitory passion- I'll give thee something yet unpaid , Not less sincere than civil ...
... give them - when I get ' em . I'll give but not the full - blown rose , Or rose - bud more in fashion ; Such short - lived offerings but disclose A transitory passion- I'll give thee something yet unpaid , Not less sincere than civil ...
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