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... THOU ART LIKE A FLOWER , O WERT THOU BUT MY OWN LOVE , SAD LONG WEARY DAY , SECRET LOVE , SLEEP WELL , THOU SWEET ANGEL , SLUMBER SONG , STEYERMARKER , F. Abt . 3 Kucken . 3 Kucken . 3 Volkslied . 3 3 Abt . 3 TEAR , THE , TEAR , THE ...
... THOU ART LIKE A FLOWER , O WERT THOU BUT MY OWN LOVE , SAD LONG WEARY DAY , SECRET LOVE , SLEEP WELL , THOU SWEET ANGEL , SLUMBER SONG , STEYERMARKER , F. Abt . 3 Kucken . 3 Kucken . 3 Volkslied . 3 3 Abt . 3 TEAR , THE , TEAR , THE ...
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... fondly strove , To win from me a smile , Oh ! no , for he would weep to see The tears that fall un mark'd by thee Thou art not he , not he , thou art not tenuto . he , thou art .. hims som not 1497 Thou art not he . D # he , Thou art not .
... fondly strove , To win from me a smile , Oh ! no , for he would weep to see The tears that fall un mark'd by thee Thou art not he , not he , thou art not tenuto . he , thou art .. hims som not 1497 Thou art not he . D # he , Thou art not .
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... Thou art gone but I am keeping , In my heart thy treasur'd name , If I'm smiling if I'm weeping , Thou art with me , all the same . Yes the 314-3 Entered according to act of Congress in the year 1855 by H. Me : Caffrey in the Clerk's ...
... Thou art gone but I am keeping , In my heart thy treasur'd name , If I'm smiling if I'm weeping , Thou art with me , all the same . Yes the 314-3 Entered according to act of Congress in the year 1855 by H. Me : Caffrey in the Clerk's ...
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... Thou thou lost pow'r light of day . di - vine . Thou dost bor - - row Kindly you guide the art el - - - quent to ine . Lovely bright orb , un- ritard : à tempo . light from the sun , traveller home , 1 - dim'd by time , In the course ...
... Thou thou lost pow'r light of day . di - vine . Thou dost bor - - row Kindly you guide the art el - - - quent to ine . Lovely bright orb , un- ritard : à tempo . light from the sun , traveller home , 1 - dim'd by time , In the course ...
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Strana 186 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Strana 79 - O LORD, from whom all good things do come ; Grant to us thy humble servants, that by thy holy inspiration we may think those things that be good, and by thy merciful guiding may perform the same ; through our Lord Jesus Christ.
Strana 177 - On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers ; while the sun shines warm, And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm...
Strana 331 - No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close ; As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.
Strana 18 - O MAIDEN ! heir of kings ! A king has left his place ! The majesty of Death has swept All other from his face ! And thou upon thy mother's breast No longer lean adown, But take the glory for the rest, And rule the land that loves thee best...
Strana 301 - Ye toppling crags of ice ! Ye avalanches, whom a breath draws down In mountainous o'erwhelming, come and crush me! I hear ye momently above, beneath, Crash with a frequent conflict ; but ye pass, And only fall on things which still would live ; On the young flourishing forest, or the hut And hamlet of the harmless villager.
Strana 31 - Thus then to man the voice of nature spake — " Go, from the creatures thy instructions take : Learn from the birds what food the thickets yield; Learn from the beasts the physic of the field; Thy...
Strana 296 - In a golden current on, Ere from the garden, man's first abode, The glorious guests were gone. So might the days have been brightly told — Those days of song and dreams, — When shepherds gathered their flocks of old By the blue Arcadian streams. So in those isles of delight, that rest Far off in a breezeless main, Which many a bark, with a weary quest Has sought, but still in vain.
Strana 333 - Wind, gentle evergreen, to form a shade Around the tomb where Sophocles is laid ; Sweet ivy wind thy boughs, and intertwine With blushing roses and the clustering vine : Thus will thy lasting leaves with beauties hung, Prove grateful emblems of the lays he sung ; Whose soul, exalted like a god of wit, Among the Muses and the Graces writ.
Strana 302 - Away with me — The clouds grow thicker — there — now lean on me — Place your foot here — here, take this staff, and cling A moment to that shrub — now give me your hand...