The Pocket Book of Story PoemsLouis Untermeyer |
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... dream , my lady , A dream that bodes no good ; I dreamed our bower was full of red swine And our bride - bed full of blood . " He called up his merry men all , By one , by two , by three . Saying , " I'll away to Fair Margaret's bower ...
... dream , my lady , A dream that bodes no good ; I dreamed our bower was full of red swine And our bride - bed full of blood . " He called up his merry men all , By one , by two , by three . Saying , " I'll away to Fair Margaret's bower ...
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... dream , my bride , my Madeline ! " ' Tis dark : the iced gusts still rave and beat : " No dream , alas ! alas ! and woe is mine ! Porphyro will leave me here to fade and pine . Cruel ! what traitor could thee hither bring ? I curse not ...
... dream , my bride , my Madeline ! " ' Tis dark : the iced gusts still rave and beat : " No dream , alas ! alas ! and woe is mine ! Porphyro will leave me here to fade and pine . Cruel ! what traitor could thee hither bring ? I curse not ...
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... dream ! " One that had never done me wrong— A feeble man and old ; I led him to a lonely field— The moon shone clear and cold ; Now here , said I , this man shall die ; And I will have his gold ! " Two sudden blows with a ragged stick ...
... dream ! " One that had never done me wrong— A feeble man and old ; I led him to a lonely field— The moon shone clear and cold ; Now here , said I , this man shall die ; And I will have his gold ! " Two sudden blows with a ragged stick ...
Contents
Introduction Louis Untermeyer iii | 1 |
Ballad of East and West Rudyard Kipling 1695 | 9 |
Hervé Riel Robert Browning | 16 |
Copyright | |
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