A TREASURY OF THE FAMILIAR1942 |
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... rest , forgiven of all , tonight . O friends , I pray tonight , Keep not your kisses for my dead , cold brow . The way is lonely ; let me feel them now . Think gently of me ; I am travel - worn ; My faltering feet are pierced with many ...
... rest , forgiven of all , tonight . O friends , I pray tonight , Keep not your kisses for my dead , cold brow . The way is lonely ; let me feel them now . Think gently of me ; I am travel - worn ; My faltering feet are pierced with many ...
Side 344
... rest and of love , And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above , With wings folded I rest , on mine airy nest , As still as a brooding dove . That orbed maiden with white fire laden , Whom mortals call the moon ...
... rest and of love , And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above , With wings folded I rest , on mine airy nest , As still as a brooding dove . That orbed maiden with white fire laden , Whom mortals call the moon ...
Side 645
... rest , sleep and rest , Father will come to thee soon ; Rest , rest , on mother's breast , Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest , 645.
... rest , sleep and rest , Father will come to thee soon ; Rest , rest , on mother's breast , Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest , 645.
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A. E. Housman beautiful bells Ben Bolt bird blessed blood blow brave breath Brer Fox Brer Rabbit Cæsar Chorus cried Daisy Bell dark dead dear death door dream earth eyes face fair father fear friends girl give glory grave Gunga Din hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hills holy king kiss lady Lady of Shalott land Lars Porsena laugh light lips Little Annie Rooney live look Lord moon morning mother never night o'er peace permission to reprint pray ring rose round Rudyard Kipling sail sezee shore sigh silent sing sleep smile snow song soul spirit stars stood sweet tears tell thee There's thine things thou thought tree Twas unto voice walk wild William William Shakespeare William Wordsworth wind word young