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... holy book . " Loud prays the priest ; shut stands the door . " Come away , children , call no more . Come away , come down , call no more . Down , down , down . Down to the depths of the sea . She sits at her wheel in the humming town ...
... holy book . " Loud prays the priest ; shut stands the door . " Come away , children , call no more . Come away , come down , call no more . Down , down , down . Down to the depths of the sea . She sits at her wheel in the humming town ...
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For the priest , and the bell , and the holy well . For the wheel where I spun , And the blessed light of the sun . " And so she sings her fill , Singing most joyfully , Till the shuttle falls from her hand , And the whizzing wheel ...
For the priest , and the bell , and the holy well . For the wheel where I spun , And the blessed light of the sun . " And so she sings her fill , Singing most joyfully , Till the shuttle falls from her hand , And the whizzing wheel ...
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... oh ! what art can teach , What human voice can reach , The sacred organ's praise ? Notes inspiring holy love , Notes that wing their heavenly ways To mend the choirs above . VII . Orpheus cou'd lead the savage race ; And 48 JOHN DRYDEN .
... oh ! what art can teach , What human voice can reach , The sacred organ's praise ? Notes inspiring holy love , Notes that wing their heavenly ways To mend the choirs above . VII . Orpheus cou'd lead the savage race ; And 48 JOHN DRYDEN .
Page 55
... name , their years , spelt by th ' unletter'd Muse , The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews , That teach the rustic moralist to die . For who , to dumb forgetfulness a prey , This THOMAS GRAY . 55.
... name , their years , spelt by th ' unletter'd Muse , The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews , That teach the rustic moralist to die . For who , to dumb forgetfulness a prey , This THOMAS GRAY . 55.
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... holy ground He hid his face amid the shades of death . I waste for him my breath Who wasted his for me : but mine returns , And this lorn bosom burns With stifling heat , heaving it up in sleep , And waking me to weep Tears that had ...
... holy ground He hid his face amid the shades of death . I waste for him my breath Who wasted his for me : but mine returns , And this lorn bosom burns With stifling heat , heaving it up in sleep , And waking me to weep Tears that had ...
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