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Side 66
In the time of my childhood ' twas like a sweet dream , To sit in the roses and hear
the bird ' s song . That bower and its music I never forget , But oft when alone in
the bloom of the year , I think — is the nightingale singing there yet ? Are the ...
In the time of my childhood ' twas like a sweet dream , To sit in the roses and hear
the bird ' s song . That bower and its music I never forget , But oft when alone in
the bloom of the year , I think — is the nightingale singing there yet ? Are the ...
Side 226
... heart encloses And all is ecstasy - for now The Valley holds its Feast of Roses ;
818 The joyous Time , when pleasures ... and , in their shower , Hearts open , like
the Season ' s Rose , The Flow ' ret of a hundred leaves , Expanding while the ...
... heart encloses And all is ecstasy - for now The Valley holds its Feast of Roses ;
818 The joyous Time , when pleasures ... and , in their shower , Hearts open , like
the Season ' s Rose , The Flow ' ret of a hundred leaves , Expanding while the ...
Side 227
And all were free , and wandering , And all exclaim ' d to all they met That never
did the summer bring So gay a Feast of Roses yet ;The moon had never shed a
light So clear as that which bless ' d them there ; The roses ne ' er shone half so ...
And all were free , and wandering , And all exclaim ' d to all they met That never
did the summer bring So gay a Feast of Roses yet ;The moon had never shed a
light So clear as that which bless ' d them there ; The roses ne ' er shone half so ...
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ancient angel appearance arms beautiful beneath bird bliss blood blue bowers breath bright brow called charm dark dead dear death deep delightful dread dream earth eyes fair fall fear feel fire flame flowers gardens give glory gold golden half hand hath head heard heart Heaven holy hope hour Indian King Lake Lalla Rookh land leaves light lips live look lost maid morn mountain never night Note o'er once pass Peri Persian poet pure rest rich rise rocks roses round seen shining side sigh slave sleep smile soul sound spirit star stood story sweet sword tears thee thou thought throne tree turn Twas Valley veil voice wandering warm wave wild wind wings young youth