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Books Bücher 1 - 4 von 4 in Though they sound in my ear like despair. Saw you a child with golden hair ? 'Twas...
" Though they sound in my ear like despair. Saw you a child with golden hair ? 'Twas love, his eyes so sweetly shining, All hearts to tenderness inclining, Yet oh ! beware, How sweet was his voice, when, hand link'd in hand, We pass'd o'er scenes of fairy... "
The soldier's orphan - Seite 14
von Louisa Stuart Costello - 1809
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Beauties of the Scottish poets, or Harp of Renfrewshire, a collection of ...

Renfrew county - 1821
...shining, All hearts to tenderness inclining, Yet oh ! beware, How sweet was his voice, when handlink'din hand, We pass'd o'er scenes of fairy land ; But he...me, unpitied, to fate ! And o'er my sinking head the storm blew desolate. Then he whom I lov'd — but I will not complain, Tho' I never, oh never, shall...
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The Harp of Renfrewshire: A Collection of Songs and Other Poetical Pieces ...

William Motherwell - 1872 - 454 Seiten
...sweetly shining, All hearts to tenderness inclining, Yet oh ! beware, How sweet was his voice, when, hand link'd in hand, We pass'd o'er scenes of fairy land...me, unpitied, to fate ! And o'er my sinking head the storm blew desolate. Then he whom I lov'd — but I will not complain, Though T never, oh never, shall...
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The harp of Renfrewshire: a collection of songs and other poetical pieces ...

Renfrew county - 1872
...tenderness inclining, Yet oh ! beware, How sweet was his voice, when, hand link'd in hand, We p.iss'd o'er scenes of fairy land ; But he left me, unpitied, to fate ! And o'er my sinking head the storm blew desolate. Then he whom I lov'd — but I will not complain, Though I never, oh never, shall...
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The Harp of Renfrewshire: A Collection of Songs and Other Poetical ..., Band 1

1872 - 454 Seiten
...inclining, Yet oh ! beware, How sweet was his voice, when, hand link'd in hand. We pass'd o'er scones of fairy land ; But he left me, unpitied, to fate ! And o'er my sinking head the storm blew desolate. Then he whom I lov'd — but I will not complain, Though I never, oh never, shall...
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