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DEATH How weak a star doth rule mankind , Which owes its ruin to the same
Causes which Nature had designed To cherish and preserve the frame ! As
commonwealths may be secure , And no remote invasion dread , Yet may a
sadder fall ...
DEATH How weak a star doth rule mankind , Which owes its ruin to the same
Causes which Nature had designed To cherish and preserve the frame ! As
commonwealths may be secure , And no remote invasion dread , Yet may a
sadder fall ...
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DEATH STANDS ABOVE ME DEATH stands above me , whispering low I know
not what into my ear : Of his strange language all I know Is , there is not a word of
fear . WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR . THE THRUSH ' S NEST WITHIN a thick and ...
DEATH STANDS ABOVE ME DEATH stands above me , whispering low I know
not what into my ear : Of his strange language all I know Is , there is not a word of
fear . WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR . THE THRUSH ' S NEST WITHIN a thick and ...
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My love is dead , Gone to his death - bed , All under the willow - tree . Here upon
my true love ' s grave Shall the barren flowers be laid ; Not one holy Saint to save
All the coldness of a maid ! My love is dead , Gone to his death - bed , All under ...
My love is dead , Gone to his death - bed , All under the willow - tree . Here upon
my true love ' s grave Shall the barren flowers be laid ; Not one holy Saint to save
All the coldness of a maid ! My love is dead , Gone to his death - bed , All under ...
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