Mirror Library, Issues 1-31George Pope Morris, Nathaniel Parker Willis 1843 |
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... tell her thus , if she'll be mine , The current of our lives shall be , With joys along their course to shine , Like those sweet flowers on thee . But if , in wand'ring thither , Thou find'st she mocks my prayer , Then leave those ...
... tell her thus , if she'll be mine , The current of our lives shall be , With joys along their course to shine , Like those sweet flowers on thee . But if , in wand'ring thither , Thou find'st she mocks my prayer , Then leave those ...
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... TELL me , what's Love ? " said Youth , one day , To drooping Age , who crossed his way.- " It's a sunny hour of play , For which repentance dear doth pay ; Repentance ! Repentance ! And this is Love , as wise men say . " " Tell me ...
... TELL me , what's Love ? " said Youth , one day , To drooping Age , who crossed his way.- " It's a sunny hour of play , For which repentance dear doth pay ; Repentance ! Repentance ! And this is Love , as wise men say . " " Tell me ...
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... tell me which , Tell me which shall we adore ? The one , when tempted down from air , At Pleasure's fount to lave his lip , Nor lingers long , nor oft will dare His wing within the wave to dip . While , plunging deep and long beneath ...
... tell me which , Tell me which shall we adore ? The one , when tempted down from air , At Pleasure's fount to lave his lip , Nor lingers long , nor oft will dare His wing within the wave to dip . While , plunging deep and long beneath ...
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angels art thou beam beauty beneath bird bless blest bliss bosom breast breath bright brow charms cheek clouds cold dark dear dear Doctor death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fancy fear feel flowers Froben gaze glory grace grave hand harp hast hath heart heaven hope hour Jack Richards Javan Khorat Lady leaves light lips live look LORD IVON Love's lute lyre moon morning mother N. P. WILLIS ne'er never night o'er once Owego pain pale Pleiades prayer pride Rococo rose round seemed shade shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft eyes song sorrow soul spirit star stood sweet tears tell thee thine thing thou thought tree turned Twas Twill voice wave weep wild wind wings young youth