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... happy days . This leads me often into pulpit warnings against the sin of indulgence in an earthly love that engrosses all other thoughts . I tell my wondering parishioners , with Young , that a God all mercy is a God unjust . I bid them ...
... happy days . This leads me often into pulpit warnings against the sin of indulgence in an earthly love that engrosses all other thoughts . I tell my wondering parishioners , with Young , that a God all mercy is a God unjust . I bid them ...
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... happy days on the banks of the silvery Thames . Once a year I slip away to lay a flower upon her grave . Twenty years ago I had to travel half the distance by coach . Times are altered now . The Squire's cob carries me to Wulstan city ...
... happy days on the banks of the silvery Thames . Once a year I slip away to lay a flower upon her grave . Twenty years ago I had to travel half the distance by coach . Times are altered now . The Squire's cob carries me to Wulstan city ...
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... happy time seems somewhat akin to this Valley of Poppies . The air is filled with the smell of wild roses and honey- suckle and the snowy elder tree . There are fields of green wheat , fresh and bright and promising as hope . Long lines ...
... happy time seems somewhat akin to this Valley of Poppies . The air is filled with the smell of wild roses and honey- suckle and the snowy elder tree . There are fields of green wheat , fresh and bright and promising as hope . Long lines ...
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... flutter and flit Have paired and are happy , singing twit - twit , Piping , and singing cheroo a - twit - twit , Twit - twit cheroo , cheroo a - twit - twit . GUY ROSLYN . ON THE COMIC WRITERS OF ENGLAND . BY CHARLES COWDEN.
... flutter and flit Have paired and are happy , singing twit - twit , Piping , and singing cheroo a - twit - twit , Twit - twit cheroo , cheroo a - twit - twit . GUY ROSLYN . ON THE COMIC WRITERS OF ENGLAND . BY CHARLES COWDEN.
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... happy , Sir ; Would I were past it , too ; but being accustomed to't It is the better carried . Cham . Will you forward ? Lap . Then , there's your souse , your wherrit , and your dowst ; Tugs on the hair , your bob o ' th ' lips , a ...
... happy , Sir ; Would I were past it , too ; but being accustomed to't It is the better carried . Cham . Will you forward ? Lap . Then , there's your souse , your wherrit , and your dowst ; Tugs on the hair , your bob o ' th ' lips , a ...
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Page 284 - OFTEN I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea ; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.