British Anthologies, Volume 10Edward Arber H. Frowde, 1901 |
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... wishes preferred for her sake ! Let her guess , what I muse on ! when , rambling alone , I stride o'er the stubble , each day , with my gun ; Never ready to shoot , till the covey is flown ! Let her think , what odd whimsies I have in ...
... wishes preferred for her sake ! Let her guess , what I muse on ! when , rambling alone , I stride o'er the stubble , each day , with my gun ; Never ready to shoot , till the covey is flown ! Let her think , what odd whimsies I have in ...
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... wish bring them , would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart ! The dear delight Seems so to be desired , perhaps , I might ! But , No ! What here we call our life is such , So little to be loved , and thou so much ; That I ...
... wish bring them , would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart ! The dear delight Seems so to be desired , perhaps , I might ! But , No ! What here we call our life is such , So little to be loved , and thou so much ; That I ...
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... wishes preferred for her sake ! Let her guess , what I muse on ! when , rambling alone , I stride o'er the stubble , each day , with my gun ; Never ready to shoot , till the covey is flown ! Let her think , what odd whimsies I have in ...
... wishes preferred for her sake ! Let her guess , what I muse on ! when , rambling alone , I stride o'er the stubble , each day , with my gun ; Never ready to shoot , till the covey is flown ! Let her think , what odd whimsies I have in ...
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... wish bring them , would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart ! The dear delight Seems so to be desired , perhaps , I might ! But , No ! What here we call our life is such , So little to be loved , and thou so much ; That I ...
... wish bring them , would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart ! The dear delight Seems so to be desired , perhaps , I might ! But , No ! What here we call our life is such , So little to be loved , and thou so much ; That I ...
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... wish , or a thought , after me ? O , tell me , I yet have a friend ; Though a friend I am never to see ! How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight , The tempest itself lags behind , And the swift - winged ...
... wish , or a thought , after me ? O , tell me , I yet have a friend ; Though a friend I am never to see ! How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight , The tempest itself lags behind , And the swift - winged ...
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