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Há 5 dias · In that Gown (like the Skin With no Lion within) He still for the Bench would be driving; And roareth away, A new Vicar of Bray, Except that his bray lost his living.
Há 5 dias · From this emblem what variance your motto evinces,For the Man is his country’s—the...
Há 5 dias · The sacred song that on mine ear Yet vibrates from that voice of thine, I heard, before, from one so dear— ‘T is strange it still appears divine.
Há 5 dias · What matter the pangs of a husband and father, If his sorrows in exile be great or be small, So the Pharisee’s glories around her she gather, And the saint patronises her “Charity Ball!”
Há 5 dias · The Son of Love and Lord of War I sing; Him who bade England bow to Normandy, And left the name of Conqueror more than King To his unconquerable dynasty. Not fanned alone by Victory’s fleeting wing, He reared his bold and brilliant throne on high; The Bastard kept, like lions, his prey fast, And Britain’s bravest Victor was the last.
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Há 3 dias · Those flaxen locks, those eyes of blue A. Bright as thy mother's in their hue; A. Those rosy lips, whose dimples play B. And smile to steal the heart away, B. Recall a scene of former joy, C. And touch thy fathers heart, my Boy! And thou canst lisp a father's name -- D. Ah, William, were thine own the same,
