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...down from his native grove; He is floating down by himself to die; Death darkens his eye, and unplumes his wings, Yet his sweetest song is the last he sings: Live so, my love, that when death shall come, Swan-like and sweet, it may waft thee home!" The person who is not moved by the beauty and truth...

...floating down by himself to die; Death darkens his eye, and unplumes his wings. Yet his sweetest note is the last he sings — Live so, my love, that when death shall come; Swan-like and sweet, it may waft thee home! LESSON 63. The Better Land. — MRS. HEMAHS. 1. "...

...nigh ; He is floating down by himself to die ; Death darkens his eye, and unplumes his wings, Yet the sweetest song is the last he sings. Live so, my love,...eome, Swan-like and sweet, it may waft thee home. A CHEUUD. hi ,\i ; m i. thing, with thine eye of light, And thy brow of eloudless beauty bright. Gazing...

...nigh ; He is floating down by himself to die ; Death darkens his eye, and unplumes his wings, Yet the sweetest song is the last he sings. Live so, my love, that when death shall come, Swan-like and sweet, it may waft thee home. A CHERUB. BEAUTIFUL thing, with thine eye of light,...

...one now, no nestling nigh, He is floating down by himself to die, Death darkens his eye, and unplumes his wings, Yet his sweetest song is the last he sings. Live so, my love, that when death shall come, Swan-like and sweet it may waft thee home. GW Doane. 119. THE EAINBOW. Soft falls the mild, reviving...

...and true to the line. Wrhat is that, mother ? The swan, my love. I Vnth darkens his eye and unplumes his wings, Yet his sweetest song is the last he sings. Live so, my love, that when death shall come, Swanlike and sweet it may waft thee home. 34. WOMAN. — Campbell. In joyous youth, what soul...

...now, no nestling nigh ; He is floating down, by himself, to die. Death darkens his eye, and unplumes his wings. Yet his sweetest song is the last he sings. Live so, my love, that when death shall come, Swan-like and sweet it may waft tliee home. THE GIPSY WANDERER. TWAS night, and the farmer, his...

...nigh ; He is floating down by himself to die : Death darkens his eye, and unplumes his wings, Yet the sweetest song is the last he sings. Live so, my love, that when death shall come, Swan-like and sweet, it may waft thee home. ERRORS. 1. Idlik for lark; mown for morn; jist tot...