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... brow We saw a slender ring of flame ! God's hand had taken away the seal , That held the portals of her speech ; And oft she said a few strange words Whose meaning lay beyond our reach . She never was a child to us , We never held her ...
... brow We saw a slender ring of flame ! God's hand had taken away the seal , That held the portals of her speech ; And oft she said a few strange words Whose meaning lay beyond our reach . She never was a child to us , We never held her ...
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... brow shed . " I would say , though the angel of death had laid His sword on my lips to keep it unsaid . " You should not ask , vainly , with streaming eyes , Which in Death's touch was the chiefest surprise ; " The very strangest and ...
... brow shed . " I would say , though the angel of death had laid His sword on my lips to keep it unsaid . " You should not ask , vainly , with streaming eyes , Which in Death's touch was the chiefest surprise ; " The very strangest and ...
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... brow , I'd lie forever here among the daisies . So you , who wish for fame , good friend , pass by ; With you I surely cannot think to quarrel : Give me peace , rest , this bank whereon I lie , And spare me both the labor and the laurel ...
... brow , I'd lie forever here among the daisies . So you , who wish for fame , good friend , pass by ; With you I surely cannot think to quarrel : Give me peace , rest , this bank whereon I lie , And spare me both the labor and the laurel ...
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... . Triumphant smiles the victor brow , Fanned by some angel's purple wing ; - brighter clime Bid me Good Morning . sting ! Farewell , conflicting joys and fears , Where light and 28 BALLANTINE - BARBAULD . Pat's Criticism, Payments in Store,
... . Triumphant smiles the victor brow , Fanned by some angel's purple wing ; - brighter clime Bid me Good Morning . sting ! Farewell , conflicting joys and fears , Where light and 28 BALLANTINE - BARBAULD . Pat's Criticism, Payments in Store,
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... brow , Sits gazing on her lovely face , - Ay , lovely even now ! Why doth she lean upon her hand With such a look of care ? Why steals that tear cheek ? across She sees her first gray hair ! her Time from her form hath ta'en away But ...
... brow , Sits gazing on her lovely face , - Ay , lovely even now ! Why doth she lean upon her hand With such a look of care ? Why steals that tear cheek ? across She sees her first gray hair ! her Time from her form hath ta'en away But ...
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