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GRAY , THOM IS . Violets England , 1776 - 1771 . . . . . . . Elegy written in a
Country Churchyard on . . 219 “ Whenas in silks my Julia goes » Spring . . . . . . .
300 | HERVEY , THOMAS KIBBLE . GREENE , ROBERT . England . 1 : 9 - 1857 .
GRAY , THOM IS . Violets England , 1776 - 1771 . . . . . . . Elegy written in a
Country Churchyard on . . 219 “ Whenas in silks my Julia goes » Spring . . . . . . .
300 | HERVEY , THOMAS KIBBLE . GREENE , ROBERT . England . 1 : 9 - 1857 .
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429 Laird o ' Cockpen , The . . . . . 103 Night 303 Land o ' the Leal , The Ocean ,
The 471 “ O , where shall rest be found ? " NASH , THOMAS . Parted Friends
England , 1558 - 1000 . Pelican , The * Spring , the sweet Spring " . 309 . . : 352
Sea ...
429 Laird o ' Cockpen , The . . . . . 103 Night 303 Land o ' the Leal , The Ocean ,
The 471 “ O , where shall rest be found ? " NASH , THOMAS . Parted Friends
England , 1558 - 1000 . Pelican , The * Spring , the sweet Spring " . 309 . . : 352
Sea ...
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Disappointed Lover , The . . . . 205 Angling . . . 520 Kissing her Hair . . . . . . 107 .
125 Love . . 305 " When the hounds of spring " . ' . ' . Domestic Birds . . . 341 Hymn
on the Seasons 321 SYLVESTER , JOSHUA . Plea for the Animals 599 England
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Disappointed Lover , The . . . . 205 Angling . . . 520 Kissing her Hair . . . . . . 107 .
125 Love . . 305 " When the hounds of spring " . ' . ' . Domestic Birds . . . 341 Hymn
on the Seasons 321 SYLVESTER , JOSHUA . Plea for the Animals 599 England
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142 " My God , I love thee " ( Translation ) . . 257 Hampton Beach 473 Ichabod . . .
YOUL , EDWARD . Indian Summer England . Laus Deo ! . . . . . . . 2631 463 ! Song
of Spring . . . . . . . 307 300 367 21 • 33 • 703 316 589 21 615 615 415 54 6 729 ...
142 " My God , I love thee " ( Translation ) . . 257 Hampton Beach 473 Ichabod . . .
YOUL , EDWARD . Indian Summer England . Laus Deo ! . . . . . . . 2631 463 ! Song
of Spring . . . . . . . 307 300 367 21 • 33 • 703 316 589 21 615 615 415 54 6 729 ...
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Our Rose was but in blossom , Our life was but in spring , When down the solemn
midnight We heard the spirits sing ... In other springs our life may be In bannered
bloom unfurled , But never , never match our wee White Rose of all the world .
Our Rose was but in blossom , Our life was but in spring , When down the solemn
midnight We heard the spirits sing ... In other springs our life may be In bannered
bloom unfurled , But never , never match our wee White Rose of all the world .
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