The Pocket Book of Story PoemsLouis Untermeyer |
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... face to face , I shot at him as he at me , And killed him in his place . " I shot him dead because- Because he was my foe , Just so : my foe of course he was ; That's clear enough ; although " He thought he'd ' list , perhaps Off - hand ...
... face to face , I shot at him as he at me , And killed him in his place . " I shot him dead because- Because he was my foe , Just so : my foe of course he was ; That's clear enough ; although " He thought he'd ' list , perhaps Off - hand ...
Page 308
... face and live . " And as he read , he prayed that God would give His faithful servant grace with mortal eye To look upon His face and yet not die . Then fell a sudden shadow on the page , And , lifting up his eyes , grown dim with age ...
... face and live . " And as he read , he prayed that God would give His faithful servant grace with mortal eye To look upon His face and yet not die . Then fell a sudden shadow on the page , And , lifting up his eyes , grown dim with age ...
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... face to face , - No faithless servant frightened from my task , But ready when the Lord of the harvest calls ; And therefore , with all reverence , I would say , Let God do His work , we will see to ours . Bring in the candles . " And ...
... face to face , - No faithless servant frightened from my task , But ready when the Lord of the harvest calls ; And therefore , with all reverence , I would say , Let God do His work , we will see to ours . Bring in the candles . " And ...
Contents
Introduction Louis Untermeyer iii | 1 |
Ballad of East and West Rudyard Kipling 1695 | 9 |
Hervé Riel Robert Browning | 16 |
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