Come Hither: A Collection of Rhymes and Poems for the Young of All AgesA collection of rhymes and poems for the young of all ages. |
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... dead in an hour . The moon shines bright , and the stars give a light , A little before it is day , God bless you all , both great and small , And send you a joyful May . AND AS FOR ME 1 AND as for me , thogh that I can but lyte , 1 On ...
... dead in an hour . The moon shines bright , and the stars give a light , A little before it is day , God bless you all , both great and small , And send you a joyful May . AND AS FOR ME 1 AND as for me , thogh that I can but lyte , 1 On ...
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... dead , Say , wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son , Wretch even then , life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gav'st me , though unseen , a kiss , Perhaps a tear , if souls can weep in ...
... dead , Say , wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son , Wretch even then , life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gav'st me , though unseen , a kiss , Perhaps a tear , if souls can weep in ...
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... My shut heart is shut , Coax it how you may . You may coax it how you may While the day is broad and bright , But in the dead night When the guests are gone away , And no more the music sweet Up the house doth [ 46 ]
... My shut heart is shut , Coax it how you may . You may coax it how you may While the day is broad and bright , But in the dead night When the guests are gone away , And no more the music sweet Up the house doth [ 46 ]
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... dead in desert places , Standing stones on the vacant wine - red moor , Hills of sheep , and the howes of the silent vanished races , And winds , austere and pure : Be it granted me to behold you again in dying , Hills of home ! and to ...
... dead in desert places , Standing stones on the vacant wine - red moor , Hills of sheep , and the howes of the silent vanished races , And winds , austere and pure : Be it granted me to behold you again in dying , Hills of home ! and to ...
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... DEAD KNIGHT THE cleanly rush of the mountain air , And the mumbling , grumbling humble - bees , Are the only things that wander there , The pitiful bones are laid at ease , The grass has grown in his tangled hair , And a rambling ...
... DEAD KNIGHT THE cleanly rush of the mountain air , And the mumbling , grumbling humble - bees , Are the only things that wander there , The pitiful bones are laid at ease , The grass has grown in his tangled hair , And a rambling ...
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