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To you ! to you ! all song of praise is due ; Only in you my song begins and endeth . Who hath the eyes which marry state with pleasure ? Who keeps the key of Nature's chiefest treasure ? To you ! to you ! all song of praise is due ...
To you ! to you ! all song of praise is due ; Only in you my song begins and endeth . Who hath the eyes which marry state with pleasure ? Who keeps the key of Nature's chiefest treasure ? To you ! to you ! all song of praise is due ...
Page 99
To youl to you all song of praise is due ; you the flatterer never lieth . Only of Who hath the voice , which soul from senses sunders ? Whose force but yours the bolts of beauty thunders ? To youl to you all song of praise is due ...
To youl to you all song of praise is due ; you the flatterer never lieth . Only of Who hath the voice , which soul from senses sunders ? Whose force but yours the bolts of beauty thunders ? To youl to you all song of praise is due ...
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Because , you spend your lives in praising ; To praise , you search the wide world over : Then why not witness , calmly gazing , If earth holds aught - speak truth - above her ? Above this tress , and this , I touch But cannot praise ...
Because , you spend your lives in praising ; To praise , you search the wide world over : Then why not witness , calmly gazing , If earth holds aught - speak truth - above her ? Above this tress , and this , I touch But cannot praise ...
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SONG | 7 |
GO LOVELY ROSE Edmund Waller | 8 |
THE NIGHT HAS A THOUSAND EYES F W Bourdillon | 14 |
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