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Page 394
... tears To her he then did say : CHORUS Never forget your father , Think all he done for you ; A mother is a boy's best friend , So loving , kind , and true , If it were not for them , I'm sure I might be quite forlorn ; And if your ...
... tears To her he then did say : CHORUS Never forget your father , Think all he done for you ; A mother is a boy's best friend , So loving , kind , and true , If it were not for them , I'm sure I might be quite forlorn ; And if your ...
Page 429
... tears Danced the mad and mystic spheres In a rounded , reeling rune , ' Neath the moon , To the dripping and the dropping of my tears . Ah , my soul is swathed in gloom , ( Ulalume ! ) In a dim Titanic tomb , For my gaunt and gloomy ...
... tears Danced the mad and mystic spheres In a rounded , reeling rune , ' Neath the moon , To the dripping and the dropping of my tears . Ah , my soul is swathed in gloom , ( Ulalume ! ) In a dim Titanic tomb , For my gaunt and gloomy ...
Page 784
... tears as fast as the Arabian trees , To point a moral or adorn a tale . Full many a gem of purest ray serene , Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears , Like angels ' visits , few and far between , Deck the long vista of departed ...
... tears as fast as the Arabian trees , To point a moral or adorn a tale . Full many a gem of purest ray serene , Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears , Like angels ' visits , few and far between , Deck the long vista of departed ...
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Ahkond of Swat ain't Akhoond BALLAD beautiful bird black crow blow blue Bouillabaisse Brown Charles Stuart Calverley cried cursed dead dear Edward Lear eyes face fair father Frederick Locker-Lampson Gelett Burgess girl give grew hair hand head heard heart James Kenneth Stephen John kiss knew lady laugh live look Lord maid maiden married Mary merry moon morning mother ne'er never night nose o'er Oliver Herford play poor pray pretty purple quoth rhyme rose round Sam Walter Foss sigh sing smile song soul sure Swat sweet tail tears tell thee There's thing Thomas Hood thou thought took town turned twas Unknown W. M. Thackeray W. S. Gilbert walk wife wind wine wonder Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo young