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... thou hast ever thy jest and thy ballad ! Ever in cheerfullest mood art thou , when others are filled with Gloomy forebodings of ill , and see only ruin before them . Happy art thou , as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe ...
... thou hast ever thy jest and thy ballad ! Ever in cheerfullest mood art thou , when others are filled with Gloomy forebodings of ill , and see only ruin before them . Happy art thou , as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe ...
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... thy hand and be happy ! Thou art too fair to be left to braid St Catherine's tresses . " Then would Evangeline answer , serenely but sadly : - " I cannot , Whither my heart has gone , there follows my hand , and not else- where . For ...
... thy hand and be happy ! Thou art too fair to be left to braid St Catherine's tresses . " Then would Evangeline answer , serenely but sadly : - " I cannot , Whither my heart has gone , there follows my hand , and not else- where . For ...
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... Art thou so near unto me , and yet I cannot behold thee ? Art thou so near unto me , and yet thy voice does not reach me ? Ah , how often thy feet have trod this path to the prairie ! Ah , how often thine eyes have looked on the ...
... Art thou so near unto me , and yet I cannot behold thee ? Art thou so near unto me , and yet thy voice does not reach me ? Ah , how often thy feet have trod this path to the prairie ! Ah , how often thine eyes have looked on the ...
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... thy lay ; Thou art no more a child ! " The land of Song within thee lies , Watered by living springs ; The lids of Fancy's sleepless eyes Are gates unto that Paradise , Holy thoughts , like stars , arise , Its clouds are angels ' wings ...
... thy lay ; Thou art no more a child ! " The land of Song within thee lies , Watered by living springs ; The lids of Fancy's sleepless eyes Are gates unto that Paradise , Holy thoughts , like stars , arise , Its clouds are angels ' wings ...
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... thou art , to dust returnest , " Was not spoken of the soul . Not enjoyment , and not sorrow , Is our destined end or way ; But to act , that each to - morrow Finds us farther than to - day . Art is long , and Time is fleeting , And our ...
... thou art , to dust returnest , " Was not spoken of the soul . Not enjoyment , and not sorrow , Is our destined end or way ; But to act , that each to - morrow Finds us farther than to - day . Art is long , and Time is fleeting , And our ...
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