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The Coronet high headdresses 10 head garland When for the thorns with which I long , too long , With many a piercing wound , My Savior's head have crown'd , I seek with garlands to redress that wrong ; Through every garden , every mead ...
The Coronet high headdresses 10 head garland When for the thorns with which I long , too long , With many a piercing wound , My Savior's head have crown'd , I seek with garlands to redress that wrong ; Through every garden , every mead ...
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But by this lock , this sacred lock I swear , ( Which never more shall join its parted hair ; Which never more its honours shall renew , Clip'd from the lovely head where late it grew ) That while my nostrils draw the vital air ...
But by this lock , this sacred lock I swear , ( Which never more shall join its parted hair ; Which never more its honours shall renew , Clip'd from the lovely head where late it grew ) That while my nostrils draw the vital air ...
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Well ! he won't find kings to jostle Him on his way ; but does he wear his head ? 44 Because the last we saw here had a tussle , And ne'er would have got into heaven's good graces , Had he not flung his head in all our faces .
Well ! he won't find kings to jostle Him on his way ; but does he wear his head ? 44 Because the last we saw here had a tussle , And ne'er would have got into heaven's good graces , Had he not flung his head in all our faces .
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