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Upon its tide awhile , Our way is cheer'd by flattering gales , And summer's gentle
smile : 0 , could it thus for ever be , Our course were gladly run ; Nor had my tears
been shed for thee , Thus early lost , my son ! Few saw , or seeing knew thee ...
Upon its tide awhile , Our way is cheer'd by flattering gales , And summer's gentle
smile : 0 , could it thus for ever be , Our course were gladly run ; Nor had my tears
been shed for thee , Thus early lost , my son ! Few saw , or seeing knew thee ...
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They heed thee not . Thy flute's meek tone Thrills thine own breast alone . As
streams that glide Over the desert rock , whose sterile frown Melts not beneath
the soft and crystal tide , So passes thy sweet strain o'er hearts of stone . Thine
out ...
They heed thee not . Thy flute's meek tone Thrills thine own breast alone . As
streams that glide Over the desert rock , whose sterile frown Melts not beneath
the soft and crystal tide , So passes thy sweet strain o'er hearts of stone . Thine
out ...
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I pity thee - thy life a live - long night ; No friend to greet thee , and no voice to
cheer : No hand to guide thy darkling steps aright , Or from thy pale cheek wipe th
' unbidden tear . I pity thee - thus dark , and lone , and drear ! Yet haply it is well .
I pity thee - thy life a live - long night ; No friend to greet thee , and no voice to
cheer : No hand to guide thy darkling steps aright , Or from thy pale cheek wipe th
' unbidden tear . I pity thee - thus dark , and lone , and drear ! Yet haply it is well .
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The music of the spheres is heard by thee , And angels ne'er may know its richest
tones , Delighting thee ; thou see'st a purer light In ev'ry beam , than falls on other
eyes ; Colours have finer shades than others see , By thee perceived — and ...
The music of the spheres is heard by thee , And angels ne'er may know its richest
tones , Delighting thee ; thou see'st a purer light In ev'ry beam , than falls on other
eyes ; Colours have finer shades than others see , By thee perceived — and ...
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Thou art in heart a bruised and wounded dove , And earth to thee can yield no
future joys , Wearily passes life and time with thee ; A dusky shadow dims thy
destiny . I would that thou wert dead , devoted one , And thy bright spirit
disenthralled ...
Thou art in heart a bruised and wounded dove , And earth to thee can yield no
future joys , Wearily passes life and time with thee ; A dusky shadow dims thy
destiny . I would that thou wert dead , devoted one , And thy bright spirit
disenthralled ...
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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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