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There is an hour when angels keep Familiar watch o'er men , When coarser souls are wrapped in sleepSweet spirit , meet me then . There is an hour when holy dreams Through slumber fairest glide ; And in that mystic hour it seems Thou ...
There is an hour when angels keep Familiar watch o'er men , When coarser souls are wrapped in sleepSweet spirit , meet me then . There is an hour when holy dreams Through slumber fairest glide ; And in that mystic hour it seems Thou ...
Page 379
For these two hours , Rosalind , I will leave thee . Rosalind . Alas , dear love , I cannot lack thee two hours ! ... if you will break one jot of your promise or come one minute behind your hour , I will think you the most pathetical ...
For these two hours , Rosalind , I will leave thee . Rosalind . Alas , dear love , I cannot lack thee two hours ! ... if you will break one jot of your promise or come one minute behind your hour , I will think you the most pathetical ...
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First was Buck Smith's four - mule team : rugged , powerful animals that could , hour by hour , eat up the miles with four thousand pounds of sun - cured tobacco behind them in the scow - shaped wagon of hickory ...
First was Buck Smith's four - mule team : rugged , powerful animals that could , hour by hour , eat up the miles with four thousand pounds of sun - cured tobacco behind them in the scow - shaped wagon of hickory ...
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