Mirror Library, Issues 1-31George Pope Morris, Nathaniel Parker Willis 1843 |
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... round her move ! Bind her to the cypress near ! Weave her round and round , With skeins of silken sound ! ' Tis a little stricken deer , Who doth from the hunter fly , And comes here to droop - to die , Ignorant of her wound ! Sooth her ...
... round her move ! Bind her to the cypress near ! Weave her round and round , With skeins of silken sound ! ' Tis a little stricken deer , Who doth from the hunter fly , And comes here to droop - to die , Ignorant of her wound ! Sooth her ...
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... ROUND THE WORLD GOES . ROUND the world goes , by day and night , While with it also round go we ; And in the flight of one day's light An image of all life's course we see . Round , round , while thus we go round , The best thing a man ...
... ROUND THE WORLD GOES . ROUND the world goes , by day and night , While with it also round go we ; And in the flight of one day's light An image of all life's course we see . Round , round , while thus we go round , The best thing a man ...
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... round and round through life we'll go . SHE . To Lord Fitznoodle's eldest son , A youth renown'd for waistcoats smart , I now have given ( excuse the pun ) A vested interest in my heart . Oh ! ah ! & c . Still round and round with him I ...
... round and round through life we'll go . SHE . To Lord Fitznoodle's eldest son , A youth renown'd for waistcoats smart , I now have given ( excuse the pun ) A vested interest in my heart . Oh ! ah ! & c . Still round and round with him I ...
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