Where bells no more affright the morn

Where bells no more affright the morn

Классическое произведение, относящееся к общественному достоянию.

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Sonraí bibleagrafaíochta
Príomhchruthaitheoir:	Emily E. D.
Formáid:	Книга
Teanga:	Russian
Foilsithe / Cruthaithe:	Санкт-Петербург Лань 2013
Rochtain ar líne:	http://e.lanbook.com/books/element.php?pl1_id=41597 https://e.lanbook.com/img/cover/book/41597.jpg
Clibeanna:	Cuir clib leis Níl clibeanna ann, Bí ar an gcéad duine le clib a chur leis an taifead seo!

Míreanna comhchosúla

No matter where the Saints abide
de réir: Emily E. D.
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Where Thou art — that — is Home
de réir: Emily E. D.
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Not any more to be lacked
de réir: Emily E. D.
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The Morning after Woe
de réir: Emily E. D.
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Good Morning — Midnight
de réir: Emily E. D.
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Will there really be a Morning?
de réir: Emily E. D.
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Angels, in the early morning
de réir: Emily E. D.
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Morning — is the place for Dew
de réir: Emily E. D.
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He is alive, this morning
de réir: Emily E. D.
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Morning is due to all
de réir: Emily E. D.
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Morning that comes but once
de réir: Emily E. D.
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Too few the mornings be
de réir: Emily E. D.
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The Red — Blaze — is the Morning
de réir: Emily E. D.
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Could that sweet Darkness where they dwell
de réir: Emily E. D.
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Where Ships of Purple — gently toss
de réir: Emily E. D.
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Where every bird is bold to go
de réir: Emily E. D.
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Where Roses would not dare to go
de réir: Emily E. D.
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As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
de réir: Emily E. D.
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Than Heaven more remote
de réir: Emily E. D.
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I cannot want it more
de réir: Emily E. D.
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Nature can do no more
de réir: Emily E. D.
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The morns are meeker than they were
de réir: Emily E. D.
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Taken from men — this morning
de réir: Emily E. D.
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The Sun — just touched the Morning
de réir: Emily E. D.
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There is a morn by men unseen
de réir: Emily E. D.
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Morning — means Milking — to the Farmer
de réir: Emily E. D.
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Morns like these — we parted
de réir: Emily E. D.
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To Whom the Mornings stand for Nights
de réir: Emily E. D.
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Here, where the Daisies fit my Head
de réir: Emily E. D.
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The Blue Bell
de réir: Bronte E.
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Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause?
de réir: Emily E. D.
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How still the Bells in Steeples stand
de réir: Emily E. D.
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A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring
de réir: Emily E. D.
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Could — I do more — for Thee
de réir: Emily E. D.
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I was a Phoebe — nothing more
de réir: Emily E. D.
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More than the Grave is closed to me
de réir: Emily E. D.
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We miss a Kinsman more
de réir: Emily E. D.
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The Bells
de réir: Edgar A. P.
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Where I have lost, I softer tread
de réir: Emily E. D.
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I know a place where Summer strives
de réir: Emily E. D.
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