Mirror Library, Issues 1-31George Pope Morris, Nathaniel Parker Willis 1843 |
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... morning's beam is glancing O'er files arrayed With helm and blade , And plumes , in the gay wind dancing ! When hearts are all high beating , And the trumpet's voice repeating That song , whose breath May lead to death , But never to ...
... morning's beam is glancing O'er files arrayed With helm and blade , And plumes , in the gay wind dancing ! When hearts are all high beating , And the trumpet's voice repeating That song , whose breath May lead to death , But never to ...
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... morning , good morning , to our Lady's bright eyes . " SONG . Ir to see thee be to love thee , If to love thee be to prize Nought of earth or heav'n above thee , Nor to live but for those eyes : If such love to mortal given , Be wrong ...
... morning , good morning , to our Lady's bright eyes . " SONG . Ir to see thee be to love thee , If to love thee be to prize Nought of earth or heav'n above thee , Nor to live but for those eyes : If such love to mortal given , Be wrong ...
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... morning dew ; Or like a wind that chafes the flood , Or bubbles which on water stood ; E'en such is man , whose borrowed light Is straight called in , and paid to - night . The wind blows out , the bubble dies : The spring entombed in ...
... morning dew ; Or like a wind that chafes the flood , Or bubbles which on water stood ; E'en such is man , whose borrowed light Is straight called in , and paid to - night . The wind blows out , the bubble dies : The spring entombed in ...
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