Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 44W. Blackwood & Sons, 1838 |
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... rest was made , Whence daisy - cover'd meads were seen , And where the hawthorn cast a shade . 20 . Old Simon , almost resting now , With slackened stroke his labour plied , And raising oft his moistened brow , With longer looks his ...
... rest was made , Whence daisy - cover'd meads were seen , And where the hawthorn cast a shade . 20 . Old Simon , almost resting now , With slackened stroke his labour plied , And raising oft his moistened brow , With longer looks his ...
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... rest . 16 . And tall he grew , though never strong , And beautiful at least to her ; A soul he seemed attuned to song , With thoughts of endless inward stir . 17 . By love she taught him best to love , She gave him hope by trust in God ...
... rest . 16 . And tall he grew , though never strong , And beautiful at least to her ; A soul he seemed attuned to song , With thoughts of endless inward stir . 17 . By love she taught him best to love , She gave him hope by trust in God ...
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... rest than stir . 7 . " And after me , ' tis plain to think , My son may be the sexton too ; But for your books , and pen , and ink , I know not what's the good they do . 8 . " Ah ! well , I see you hang your head ; And where , my friend ...
... rest than stir . 7 . " And after me , ' tis plain to think , My son may be the sexton too ; But for your books , and pen , and ink , I know not what's the good they do . 8 . " Ah ! well , I see you hang your head ; And where , my friend ...
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... To him their murmur hummed a song , And every face had germs of good . 21 . And when the exhausted aching frame Would fain have sunk away to rest , He thought how high the teacher's aim , What seeds 12 [ July , The Sexton's Daughter .
... To him their murmur hummed a song , And every face had germs of good . 21 . And when the exhausted aching frame Would fain have sunk away to rest , He thought how high the teacher's aim , What seeds 12 [ July , The Sexton's Daughter .
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... rest . 29 . Yet once again did Jane and he By Simon's hearth at evening meet , And once beneath his bare ash - tree They filled at dawn their grassy seat . 30 . ' Twas then a cold and misty morn , The churchyard seemed a cave of death ...
... rest . 29 . Yet once again did Jane and he By Simon's hearth at evening meet , And once beneath his bare ash - tree They filled at dawn their grassy seat . 30 . ' Twas then a cold and misty morn , The churchyard seemed a cave of death ...
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