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Poetical Works of William Motherwell: With a Memoir William Motherwell,James M'Conechy Visualização completa - 1863 |
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alace Allah ballad beautiful bosom bower brave breast breath bright bright eye brow cheek cold dark day-dawn dear death deep Ding dong doth doun dream earth Ettin evermore fair Fancy farewell fear flower fond forever frae gaze gentle glad Glasgow gleaming glory grave gray green gude hand harp hath heart heaven Heigho hour Jarl Egill Kilmarnock kiss lady land leaf life's light lips lone love's luve lyre maid maiden mair merry midnight midnight wind moonshine Motherwell's ne'er never night o'er ocean Paisley pale proud Renfrewshire Scotland shine sigh Sillarwood sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit spurrit stars Stirlingshire strange stream sweet sword Syr Hew tall tears thay thee thine thou tomb tree Twas voice wake wandering Water wave weep well-a-day wild William Motherwell Wind and Rain wood
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