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" I LOVE it, I love it ; and who shall dare To chide me for loving that old arm-chair ? I've treasured it long as a sainted prize, I've bedewed it with tears, and embalmed it with sighs ; Tis bound by a thousand bands to my heart : Not a tie will break,... "
The Christian Remembrancer - Page 310
1843
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Accepted Addresses; Or, Proemium Poetarum: To which are Added, Macbeth ...

1813 - 410 pages
...scarcely mourn, If I may change into green things growing. n-. i 3 • THE OLD ARM CHAIR. ELIZA COOK. I love it, I love it, and who shall dare To chide me for loving the old arm chair? I've treasur'd it long as a holy prize, I've bedew'd it with tears, and embalm'd...
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Arundines Cami; sive, Musarum Cantabrigiensium lusus canori, collegit atque ...

Cam river - 1841 - 318 pages
...Ka9r¡\nevov eîтa piva TIJS TaXot'i//7s ш^eт ev pvy^y сpepón. E. С. Н. 12 THE OLD ARM-CHAIR. I LOVE it, I love it, and who shall dare To chide me for loving that old Arm-Chair Í I'те treasured it long as a sainted prize; Tve bedewed it with tears and embalmed it with sighs...
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The Ladies' Pearl: A Monthly Magazine, Volume 1

1841 - 306 pages
...might be recalled by the presence of -cenes, alas ! but too familiar. THE OLD ARM CHAIR. BY ELIZA COOE. I LOVE it, I love it ; and who shall dare To chide me for loving that old arm chair! I have treasured it long as a holy prize, I've bedewed it with tears, and embalmi it with...
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The Yale Literary Magazine, Volume 6

1841 - 474 pages
...Death has no terrors — it is the ebon gate that will admit me to eternal bliss. D. ON TOBACCO. I LOTS it, I love it, and who shall dare To chide me for loving the perfumed air Of the sweetest spicy- herb that's given To sorrowing mortals under heaven 1 Poesy...
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Perennial Flowers

1843 - 184 pages
...evening sun its beauty shed On the withered leaves, and the maiden dead. STERLING. THE OLD ARM-CHAIR. I LOVE it, I love it ! and who shall dare To chide me for loving that old arm-chair ? I 've treasured it long as a sainted prize, I 've bedewed it with tears, and embalmed it with sighs...
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The Common School Speaker: A New Collection of Original and Selected Pieces ...

William Bentley Fowle - 1844 - 302 pages
...beautiful poem, which has also been embalmed by song, was written by Miss ELIZA COOKE, of England. I love it, I love it, and who shall dare To chide...with tears, and embalmed it with sighs ; 'Tis bound by a thousand bands to my heart— Not a tie will break, not a link will start. Would ye learn the...
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Parley's Magazine, Volume 9

1841 - 404 pages
...music, and no doubt many of our young readers have heard them sung with pleasure. The Old Arm-Chair. I love it, I love it, and who shall dare To chide...prize, I've bedewed it with tears, and embalmed it with sighi, 'Tis bound by a thousand bands to my heart ; Not a tie will break, not a link will start. Would...
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The Yale Literary Magazine, Volume 10

1845 - 480 pages
...chair, or my spirits are wanting, and I always feel that when I vacate it virtue has gone out of me. " I love it ! I love it ! and who shall dare To chide me for loving that old arm chair ?" It helps me in building all my castles, in loving all my friends, in stirring up my grumbling...
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The Poets and Poetry of England, in the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 pages
...the hills shall be a home for me, For I'd leave a throne for the hut of the free. THE OLD ARM-CHAIR. it, I love it; and who shall dare To chide me for loving that old arm-chair Î I've treasured it long as a sainted prize, [sighs; I've bedew'd it with tears, and embalm'd it with...
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The Poets and Poetry of England: In the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 pages
...bills shall be a home for me, For I'd leave a throne for the hut of the free. THE OLD ARM-CHAIR. I LOTE it, I love it; and who shall dare To chide me for loving that old arm-chair 1 I 've treasured it long as a sainted prize, [sighs; I 've bedew'd it with tears, and embalm'd it...
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