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Peace , my joy ! Will nothing do ? Come , come , this peevish brat , Thus cry and bawl , and cannot tell for what ? Come , buss and friends — my lamb — whish , lullaby ; What ails my babe , what ails my babe to cry ? Peace , peace , my ...
Peace , my joy ! Will nothing do ? Come , come , this peevish brat , Thus cry and bawl , and cannot tell for what ? Come , buss and friends — my lamb — whish , lullaby ; What ails my babe , what ails my babe to cry ? Peace , peace , my ...
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Peace , good Reader . Peace , the lovers are asleep . They , sweet turtles , folded lie In the last knot love could tie ; And though they lie as they were dead , Their pillow stone , their sheets of lead , ( Pillow hard , and sheets not ...
Peace , good Reader . Peace , the lovers are asleep . They , sweet turtles , folded lie In the last knot love could tie ; And though they lie as they were dead , Their pillow stone , their sheets of lead , ( Pillow hard , and sheets not ...
217. oldal
Peace My Soul , there is a country Far beyond the stars , Where stands a winged sentry All skilful in the wars , There , above noise and danger , Sweet peace sits crown'd with smiles , And One born in a manger Commands the beauteous ...
Peace My Soul , there is a country Far beyond the stars , Where stands a winged sentry All skilful in the wars , There , above noise and danger , Sweet peace sits crown'd with smiles , And One born in a manger Commands the beauteous ...
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beauty blood breast breath bright bring cold dark dead dear death desire doth earth Eternity eyes face fair fall fame fate fear fire flame flowers friends give glory gone grace grow hair hand happy hast hath head heart Heav'n hope hour keep kind King kiss late leave lies light live look Lord lost Love's lovers meet mind morn move Muse Nature never night o'er once peace pleasure poor praise pure rest rise rose round seas sense shade sight sing sleep Song soul Spring stand stars stay streams strong sure sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought trees true turn unto weep wind wings young