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Page 489
... o'er the city And kept on rising higher . How often , oh , how often ! They whispered words so soft ; How often , oh ... o'er my lifeless clay- If I should die to - night , And you should come in deepest grief and woe— And say : " Here's ...
... o'er the city And kept on rising higher . How often , oh , how often ! They whispered words so soft ; How often , oh ... o'er my lifeless clay- If I should die to - night , And you should come in deepest grief and woe— And say : " Here's ...
Page 731
... o'er and o'er . They filled up a darksome pit With water to the brim : They heaved in John Barleycorn , There let him sink or swim . They laid him out upon the floor , To work him further woe : And still , as signs of life appear'd ...
... o'er and o'er . They filled up a darksome pit With water to the brim : They heaved in John Barleycorn , There let him sink or swim . They laid him out upon the floor , To work him further woe : And still , as signs of life appear'd ...
Page 879
... o'er the ocean wave Through realms that rove not , clouds that cannot save , Sinks in the sunshine ; dazzles o'er the tomb And mocks the mutiny of Memory's gloom . Oh ! who can feel the crimson ecstasy That soothes with bickering jar ...
... o'er the ocean wave Through realms that rove not , clouds that cannot save , Sinks in the sunshine ; dazzles o'er the tomb And mocks the mutiny of Memory's gloom . Oh ! who can feel the crimson ecstasy That soothes with bickering jar ...
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