Lincoln Literary Collection, Designed for School-room and Family Circle: Containing More Than Six Hundred Favorite Selections in Prose and Poetry, Sections for Arbor Day, Bird Day, Decoration Day, Days with the Poets, EtcJohn Piersol McCaskey |
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... tears you cost , " O Willie , darlin ' , were bitter tears ! They never looked for ye underground , They told me a tale to mock my fears ! " They said ye were auver the sea - ye'd found A lass ye loved better nor me to explain How ye'd ...
... tears you cost , " O Willie , darlin ' , were bitter tears ! They never looked for ye underground , They told me a tale to mock my fears ! " They said ye were auver the sea - ye'd found A lass ye loved better nor me to explain How ye'd ...
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... tear on your eyelashes , honey , I ' faith I've no right with such fradom to spake . I'm over much thrifling , I'll not give ye trouble , I'll find some one willin ' Oh , what can it be ? What's that in the newspaper folded up double ...
... tear on your eyelashes , honey , I ' faith I've no right with such fradom to spake . I'm over much thrifling , I'll not give ye trouble , I'll find some one willin ' Oh , what can it be ? What's that in the newspaper folded up double ...
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... tears in its depths ; no drunken shrieking ghost from the grave curses it in the words of eternal despair . Speak on , my friends : would you exchange it for the demon's drink , alcohol ? 14. HANNAH , THE MOTHER . ANONYMOUS . " The ...
... tears in its depths ; no drunken shrieking ghost from the grave curses it in the words of eternal despair . Speak on , my friends : would you exchange it for the demon's drink , alcohol ? 14. HANNAH , THE MOTHER . ANONYMOUS . " The ...
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... night of years The people's cry ascendeth , And earth is wet with blood and tears : But our meek sufferance endeth ! The few shall not forever sway- The many moil in sorrow ; The powers of hell are strong to - day , 34 LINCOLN COLLECTION .
... night of years The people's cry ascendeth , And earth is wet with blood and tears : But our meek sufferance endeth ! The few shall not forever sway- The many moil in sorrow ; The powers of hell are strong to - day , 34 LINCOLN COLLECTION .
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... tears ; An answer , not that you long for , But choicer , will come one day ; Your eyes are too dim to see it , Yet strive , and wait , and pray . 17. - OH , WHY SHOULD THE SPIRIT OF MORTAL BE PROUD ? WILLIAM KNOX . Oh , why should the ...
... tears ; An answer , not that you long for , But choicer , will come one day ; Your eyes are too dim to see it , Yet strive , and wait , and pray . 17. - OH , WHY SHOULD THE SPIRIT OF MORTAL BE PROUD ? WILLIAM KNOX . Oh , why should the ...
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