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...And art can lend, come forth. He who would gain A fond full heart, in love's soft surgery skill'd, Should seek it when 'tis sore ; allay its pain — With balm by pity prest 't is all his own ; — so heal'd, " She may be mine a little year — even fair And sweet as now —...

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...these blossoms hid, I'll gaze; and when she wakes, with all that love " And art can lend, come forth. He who would gain A fond, full heart, in love's soft surgery skill'd, Should seek it when 'tis sore ; allay its pain LIX. " She may be mine a little year ; e'en...

...loving him for it. Indeed, it is almost enough to make us forgive that invidiously dreadful rhyme: " For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: 'It might have been! ' " "Skipper Ireson's Bide," on the other hand, has much of the true ballad quality...

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...cooling streams live longest in our hearts ! Well for us, if Regret walk not hand in hand with Memory ! For " Of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these : ' It might have been ! ' " Thus, in that hour, it was doubly bitter to the remorse-stricken man who bowed...

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...and household drudge t God pity them both, and pity us all, Who vainly the dreams of youth recall. For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: " It might have been!" Ah, well ! for us all some sweet hope lie* Deeply buried from human eyes ; And, in...

...JBtat urn tjtf f alieg. God pity them both ! and pity us all Who vainly the dreams of youth recall. For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these : '"It might have been !" Ah well ! for us all some sweet hope lies Deeply buried from human eyes ; And, in...