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Peter Stephen Du Ponceau. CHILDH o BY W. H. FURNESS . Our childhood's
joys . How oft this tale is told ! Yet where is he to whom this tale is old ? Why do
we turn so gladly to the days , When the heart bask'd beneath life's morning rays
?
Peter Stephen Du Ponceau. CHILDH o BY W. H. FURNESS . Our childhood's
joys . How oft this tale is told ! Yet where is he to whom this tale is old ? Why do
we turn so gladly to the days , When the heart bask'd beneath life's morning rays
?
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... who , to use the narrator's own words , “ had gained the good will of all the gray
heads and green hearts on that side of ... who had fallen a victim to unlimited
confidence in him she loved , and finally expiated her offence by a broken heart .
... who , to use the narrator's own words , “ had gained the good will of all the gray
heads and green hearts on that side of ... who had fallen a victim to unlimited
confidence in him she loved , and finally expiated her offence by a broken heart .
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My heart in the course of a long life , met only once with so trying a moment as
that of parting with the boy ; but my Lucy - my poor Lucy ; I thought her heart
would break outright . He then desired the window to be closed ; the light to be
removed ...
My heart in the course of a long life , met only once with so trying a moment as
that of parting with the boy ; but my Lucy - my poor Lucy ; I thought her heart
would break outright . He then desired the window to be closed ; the light to be
removed ...
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Tis all in vain -- the heart can never learn To throb by rule or shun what it adores .
Friendship may swell to love and fill the soul , But love ne'er shrinks to friendship ,
till it dies . Extremes beget extremes , and sometimes hate Usurps the throne ...
Tis all in vain -- the heart can never learn To throb by rule or shun what it adores .
Friendship may swell to love and fill the soul , But love ne'er shrinks to friendship ,
till it dies . Extremes beget extremes , and sometimes hate Usurps the throne ...
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LINES . ON A BLIND BOY , SOLICITING CHARITY , BY PLAYING ON HIS FLUTE
. BY R. T. CONRAD . · Had not God , for some wise purpose , steeld The hearts of
men , they must perforce have melted , And barbarism itself have pitied him .
LINES . ON A BLIND BOY , SOLICITING CHARITY , BY PLAYING ON HIS FLUTE
. BY R. T. CONRAD . · Had not God , for some wise purpose , steeld The hearts of
men , they must perforce have melted , And barbarism itself have pitied him .
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Información bibliográfica
| Título | The Philadelphia Book, Or, Specimens of Metropolitan Literature |
| Autor | Peter Stephen Du Ponceau |
| Editor | Key & Biddle, 1836 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Michigan |
| Digitalizado | 28 Feb. 2006 |
| Largo | 380 páginas |
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