Matches in Harvard for { ?s ?p Into the golden vessel of great song -- Not with libations, but with shouts and laughter -- Only until this cigarette is ended -- Once more into my arid days like dew -- No rose that in a garden ever grew -- When I too long have looked upon your face -- And you as well must die, beloved dust -- Let you not say of me when I am old -- Oh, my beloved have you thought of this -- As to some lovely temple -- Cherish you then -- When you -- That love at length -- Love is not blind -- I know I am but summer -- I pray you if you love me -- Pity me not -- Sometimes when I am wearied suddenly -- Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that word -- Here is a wound that never will heal -- I shall go back again to the bleak shore -- Say what you will -- What's this of death -- I see so clearly now my similar years -- Your face is like a chamber -- The light combes back with Columbine -- Lord Archer, Death, whom sent you in your stead --. }
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- catalog description "Into the golden vessel of great song -- Not with libations, but with shouts and laughter -- Only until this cigarette is ended -- Once more into my arid days like dew -- No rose that in a garden ever grew -- When I too long have looked upon your face -- And you as well must die, beloved dust -- Let you not say of me when I am old -- Oh, my beloved have you thought of this -- As to some lovely temple -- Cherish you then -- When you -- That love at length -- Love is not blind -- I know I am but summer -- I pray you if you love me -- Pity me not -- Sometimes when I am wearied suddenly -- Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that word -- Here is a wound that never will heal -- I shall go back again to the bleak shore -- Say what you will -- What's this of death -- I see so clearly now my similar years -- Your face is like a chamber -- The light combes back with Columbine -- Lord Archer, Death, whom sent you in your stead --".
- catalog tableOfContents "Into the golden vessel of great song -- Not with libations, but with shouts and laughter -- Only until this cigarette is ended -- Once more into my arid days like dew -- No rose that in a garden ever grew -- When I too long have looked upon your face -- And you as well must die, beloved dust -- Let you not say of me when I am old -- Oh, my beloved have you thought of this -- As to some lovely temple -- Cherish you then -- When you -- That love at length -- Love is not blind -- I know I am but summer -- I pray you if you love me -- Pity me not -- Sometimes when I am wearied suddenly -- Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that word -- Here is a wound that never will heal -- I shall go back again to the bleak shore -- Say what you will -- What's this of death -- I see so clearly now my similar years -- Your face is like a chamber -- The light combes back with Columbine -- Lord Archer, Death, whom sent you in your stead --".