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... big bright tear Came o ' er that eye of blue ; And then methought it did appear A
violet dropping dew : I saw thee smile — the sapphire ' s blaze Beside thee
ceased to shine ; It could not match the living rays That fill ' d that glance of thine .
... big bright tear Came o ' er that eye of blue ; And then methought it did appear A
violet dropping dew : I saw thee smile — the sapphire ' s blaze Beside thee
ceased to shine ; It could not match the living rays That fill ' d that glance of thine .
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For me no roseate garlands twine , But wear them , dearest , in my stead ; Time
hath a whiter hand than thine , And lays it on my head . Enough to know thy place
on earth Is there where roses latest die ; To know , the steps of youth and mirth ...
For me no roseate garlands twine , But wear them , dearest , in my stead ; Time
hath a whiter hand than thine , And lays it on my head . Enough to know thy place
on earth Is there where roses latest die ; To know , the steps of youth and mirth ...
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With that water , as this wine , The libation I would pour Should be — Peace with
thine and mine , And a health to thee , Tom Moore ! BYRON . Bodenlose Liebe .
Die Lieb ' ist der Säckel des Fortunat : Je mehr sie gibt , desto mehr sie hat .
With that water , as this wine , The libation I would pour Should be — Peace with
thine and mine , And a health to thee , Tom Moore ! BYRON . Bodenlose Liebe .
Die Lieb ' ist der Säckel des Fortunat : Je mehr sie gibt , desto mehr sie hat .
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That killing power is none of thine , I gave it to thy voice and eyes ; Thy sweets ,
thy graces , all are mine ; Thou art my star , shin ' st in my skies . Then dart not
from thy borrow ' d sphere Lightning on him that fix ' d thee there . CAREW .
Wishes .
That killing power is none of thine , I gave it to thy voice and eyes ; Thy sweets ,
thy graces , all are mine ; Thou art my star , shin ' st in my skies . Then dart not
from thy borrow ' d sphere Lightning on him that fix ' d thee there . CAREW .
Wishes .
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LONGFELLOW ( from the German of Salis ) . The Lover ' s Wish . Sleep dwell
upon thine eyes , Peace in thy breast ! Would I were Sleep and Peace , so sweet
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LONGFELLOW ( from the German of Salis ) . The Lover ' s Wish . Sleep dwell
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