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... rose the rose I lay . The silver is white red is the gold . The robes they lay in fold . The Bailey beareth the bell away , The lily the rose the rose I lay . And through the glass window shines the sun . How should I love and I ANONYMOUS ...
... rose the rose I lay . The silver is white red is the gold . The robes they lay in fold . The Bailey beareth the bell away , The lily the rose the rose I lay . And through the glass window shines the sun . How should I love and I ANONYMOUS ...
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... rose , While her sad eyes the troubled breast disclose ; Whose outward splendour is but folly's dress , Exposing most , when most it gilds distress . Peter Grimes From The Village Thus by himself compelled to live each day , To wait for ...
... rose , While her sad eyes the troubled breast disclose ; Whose outward splendour is but folly's dress , Exposing most , when most it gilds distress . Peter Grimes From The Village Thus by himself compelled to live each day , To wait for ...
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... Rose as where some buried Cæsar bled ; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her lap from some once lovely Head . From Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam ALFRED , LORD TENNYSON ( 1809—1892 ) The deep dark night The mighty waste of moaning ...
... Rose as where some buried Cæsar bled ; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her lap from some once lovely Head . From Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam ALFRED , LORD TENNYSON ( 1809—1892 ) The deep dark night The mighty waste of moaning ...
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