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... roses a thousand fragrant posies , of flowers , and a kirtle roider'd all with leaves of myrtle . wn made of the finest wool , ch from our pretty lambs we pull , lined slippers for the cold , □ buckles of the purest gold . It of straw ...
... roses a thousand fragrant posies , of flowers , and a kirtle roider'd all with leaves of myrtle . wn made of the finest wool , ch from our pretty lambs we pull , lined slippers for the cold , □ buckles of the purest gold . It of straw ...
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... on thy cheek a fading rose Fast withereth too . I saw pa Pale Who cr Hath And the And t The late On th • Lady in the meads , beautiful , a fairy's 20 The Children's pitaph on a Hare bou Ben Adhem and the Angel a Belle Dame sans Mercy.
... on thy cheek a fading rose Fast withereth too . I saw pa Pale Who cr Hath And the And t The late On th • Lady in the meads , beautiful , a fairy's 20 The Children's pitaph on a Hare bou Ben Adhem and the Angel a Belle Dame sans Mercy.
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... rose , so little they fell , d not move the Inchcape Bell . od old Abbot of Aberbrothok aced that bell on the Inchcape Rock ; oy in the storm it floated and swung , er the waves its warning rung . he Rock was hid by the surges ' swell ...
... rose , so little they fell , d not move the Inchcape Bell . od old Abbot of Aberbrothok aced that bell on the Inchcape Rock ; oy in the storm it floated and swung , er the waves its warning rung . he Rock was hid by the surges ' swell ...
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... rose and burst around ; Quoth Sir Ralph , ' The next who comes to the Rock Won't bless the Abbot of Aberbrothok . ' Sir Ralph the Rover sail'd away , He scour'd the seas for many a day ; And now grown rich with plunder'd store , He ...
... rose and burst around ; Quoth Sir Ralph , ' The next who comes to the Rock Won't bless the Abbot of Aberbrothok . ' Sir Ralph the Rover sail'd away , He scour'd the seas for many a day ; And now grown rich with plunder'd store , He ...
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... roses , and blue as the sky , Down there do the dear little violets lie ; XXX : THE PA en the door , som Keen blows the no eglen is white w Hiding their heads where they scarce may be seen , By the leaves you may know where the violet ...
... roses , and blue as the sky , Down there do the dear little violets lie ; XXX : THE PA en the door , som Keen blows the no eglen is white w Hiding their heads where they scarce may be seen , By the leaves you may know where the violet ...
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Page 167 - TIGER! Tiger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire?
Page 4 - I COME from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Page 71 - O sweeter than the marriage-feast, Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company!— To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay!
Page 206 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted— nevermore!
Page 199 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Page 62 - He holds him with his glittering eye — The Wedding-Guest stood still, And listens like a three years' child: The Mariner hath his will.
Page 200 - Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door — Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: This it is, and nothing more.
Page 65 - And every tongue, through utter drought, Was withered at the root; "We could not speak, no more than if We had been choked with soot. "Ah! well-a-day! what evil looks Had I from old and young! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung.
Page 84 - The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull.