The Pocket Book of Story PoemsLouis Untermeyer |
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... lips are pale and wan , She has lost her cherry red . " " I would do more for thee , Margaret , Than would any of thy kin : And I will kiss thy pale , cold lips Though thy smile I cannot win . " With that bespake the seven brothers ...
... lips are pale and wan , She has lost her cherry red . " " I would do more for thee , Margaret , Than would any of thy kin : And I will kiss thy pale , cold lips Though thy smile I cannot win . " With that bespake the seven brothers ...
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... lips , Sure of your body I will be ! " " Betide me weal , betide me woe , That threat shall never frighten me ! " Then he has kissed her on the lips , All underneath the Eildon tree . " Now ye must go with me , " she said , " True ...
... lips , Sure of your body I will be ! " " Betide me weal , betide me woe , That threat shall never frighten me ! " Then he has kissed her on the lips , All underneath the Eildon tree . " Now ye must go with me , " she said , " True ...
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... lips were firm ; he tried once more To touch her lips ; she reached out , sore And vain desire so tortured them , The poor gray lips , and now the hem Of his sleeve brushed them . With a start Up Godmar rose , thrust them apart ; From ...
... lips were firm ; he tried once more To touch her lips ; she reached out , sore And vain desire so tortured them , The poor gray lips , and now the hem Of his sleeve brushed them . With a start Up Godmar rose , thrust them apart ; From ...
Contents
Introduction Louis Untermeyer iii | 1 |
Ballad of East and West Rudyard Kipling 1695 | 9 |
Hervé Riel Robert Browning | 16 |
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