The Pocket Book of Story PoemsLouis Untermeyer |
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... cold hand . There , that is our secret ! go to sleep ; You will wake , and remember , and understand . -ROBERT BROWNING The Eve of St. Agnes St. Agnes ' Eve - Ah , bitter chill it was ! The owl , for all his feathers , was a - cold ...
... cold hand . There , that is our secret ! go to sleep ; You will wake , and remember , and understand . -ROBERT BROWNING The Eve of St. Agnes St. Agnes ' Eve - Ah , bitter chill it was ! The owl , for all his feathers , was a - cold ...
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... cold meat ) to a party of friends and relations- They're a ravenous horde - and they all came on board at Sloane Square and South Kensington Stations . And bound on that journey you find your attorney ( who started that morning from ...
... cold meat ) to a party of friends and relations- They're a ravenous horde - and they all came on board at Sloane Square and South Kensington Stations . And bound on that journey you find your attorney ( who started that morning from ...
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... cold hill's side . I saw pale kings , and princes , too , Pale warriors , death - pale were they all ; They cried , " La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall ! " I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gapèd wide ...
... cold hill's side . I saw pale kings , and princes , too , Pale warriors , death - pale were they all ; They cried , " La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall ! " I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gapèd wide ...
Contents
Introduction Louis Untermeyer iii | 1 |
Ballad of East and West Rudyard Kipling 1695 | 9 |
Hervé Riel Robert Browning | 16 |
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