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Oh , there ' s wars for willing hearts in Spain , And high Germanie ! ... MY HEART
LEAPS UP My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky : So was it
when my life began , So is it now I am a man , So be it when I shall grow old , Or
let ...
Oh , there ' s wars for willing hearts in Spain , And high Germanie ! ... MY HEART
LEAPS UP My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky : So was it
when my life began , So is it now I am a man , So be it when I shall grow old , Or
let ...
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Yes ! let the rich deride , the proud disdain , These simple blessings of the lowly
train ; To me more dear , congenial to my heart , One native charm , than all the
gloss of art ; Spontaneous joys , where Nature has its play , The soul adopts , and
...
Yes ! let the rich deride , the proud disdain , These simple blessings of the lowly
train ; To me more dear , congenial to my heart , One native charm , than all the
gloss of art ; Spontaneous joys , where Nature has its play , The soul adopts , and
...
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Greensleeves was my heart of gold ! And who but my Lady Greensleeves ! - - - - -
- Thy smock of silk , both fair and white , With gold embroidered gorgeously ; Thy
petticoat of sendal right : And these I bought thee gladly . Greensleeves was all ...
Greensleeves was my heart of gold ! And who but my Lady Greensleeves ! - - - - -
- Thy smock of silk , both fair and white , With gold embroidered gorgeously ; Thy
petticoat of sendal right : And these I bought thee gladly . Greensleeves was all ...
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