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Page 46
... Cries , ' Is he gone ? ' Tis time he should . He's dead you say ; why , let him rot ; I'm glad the medals were forgot . I promised him , I own , but when ? I only was a princess then ; But now as consort of a king You know ' tis quite a ...
... Cries , ' Is he gone ? ' Tis time he should . He's dead you say ; why , let him rot ; I'm glad the medals were forgot . I promised him , I own , but when ? I only was a princess then ; But now as consort of a king You know ' tis quite a ...
Page 81
... cried : - ' Lord save him . ' And Daniel's tender sweetheart cried : - ' Lord save him . ' And she was a golden lily in the dew . And she was as sweet as an apple on the tree And she was as fine as a melon in the corn - field , Gliding ...
... cried : - ' Lord save him . ' And Daniel's tender sweetheart cried : - ' Lord save him . ' And she was a golden lily in the dew . And she was as sweet as an apple on the tree And she was as fine as a melon in the corn - field , Gliding ...
Page 148
... cried , and then again , ' Pip - pip ! ' And all the world was peace . But where his mate ? Still , still he silent seemed , As plumber cried , ' Tu - whoo ! ' — a silvery tone . And still the summer world in silence dreamed . A distant ...
... cried , and then again , ' Pip - pip ! ' And all the world was peace . But where his mate ? Still , still he silent seemed , As plumber cried , ' Tu - whoo ! ' — a silvery tone . And still the summer world in silence dreamed . A distant ...
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