Childe Roland and Other PoemsE. Stock, 1906 - 239 страница |
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... TOUR D'AUVERGNE DUTY · EPITHALAMIUM SONNET : WHAT COWARDS ARE WE TO A FLOWER A MYSTERY PAGE I 13 20 29 30 30 43 43 52 53 54 55 56 56 57 60 62 · 62 63 SONG : THE WOODS NO MORE HAD CHARMS FOR ME SONNET TO A NUN HOPE · · THE MAN AND THE ...
... TOUR D'AUVERGNE DUTY · EPITHALAMIUM SONNET : WHAT COWARDS ARE WE TO A FLOWER A MYSTERY PAGE I 13 20 29 30 30 43 43 52 53 54 55 56 56 57 60 62 · 62 63 SONG : THE WOODS NO MORE HAD CHARMS FOR ME SONNET TO A NUN HOPE · · THE MAN AND THE ...
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... TOUR D'AUVERGNE BRING the Roll of Glory here ! Find the mighty name of France : Now just run your eyes and glance Through the list to Honour dear : ' Midst the names that shine and burn You will 30 339 SONNET SONNET: 'TIS NOT ENOUGH LA ...
... TOUR D'AUVERGNE BRING the Roll of Glory here ! Find the mighty name of France : Now just run your eyes and glance Through the list to Honour dear : ' Midst the names that shine and burn You will 30 339 SONNET SONNET: 'TIS NOT ENOUGH LA ...
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... Tour d'Auvergne , Dear to Honour , dear to France . Yes , I own it ere you ask ! I'm unsuited to the task : Would you more ? Well , the truth to simply speak , I love this plain La Tour , Simply Grenadier of France : And will love him ...
... Tour d'Auvergne , Dear to Honour , dear to France . Yes , I own it ere you ask ! I'm unsuited to the task : Would you more ? Well , the truth to simply speak , I love this plain La Tour , Simply Grenadier of France : And will love him ...
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... Tour - an ass . ' I suppose the Captain rode , But it ends all much the same : First within the pass he came : No ... Tour . * Napoleon I. Then he turned to try the door ; Gave a 32 LA TOUR D'AUVERGNE.
... Tour - an ass . ' I suppose the Captain rode , But it ends all much the same : First within the pass he came : No ... Tour . * Napoleon I. Then he turned to try the door ; Gave a 32 LA TOUR D'AUVERGNE.
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... Tour As he lightly stepped inside . ' Well ! I'm shot ! Why , not a man ! Every devil of them ran ! ' Thus he cried : ' Well ! this is bravely done ! Well ! they might have stayed and died ! Or , at least , they might have tried ! As it ...
... Tour As he lightly stepped inside . ' Well ! I'm shot ! Why , not a man ! Every devil of them ran ! ' Thus he cried : ' Well ! this is bravely done ! Well ! they might have stayed and died ! Or , at least , they might have tried ! As it ...
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Austrian Avelon beauty Becky better birds rings blessed blow breast breath Bridegroom brothers Campbell Childe Roland cloud cried dare dead dear love deem deep door doth dream earth evermore eyes fair fall father fear flowers France give golden palace grace Grenadier hast thou hath hear heart heaven Heigh-ho Honour hounds bay kiss La Tour d'Auvergne Lady lips live Loch Awe look love's lovers MacGregor Mariners Master answered Mephibosheth moon morn MORRIS GRAY musket never nigh night nought o'er peace poor pray Queen and country rose Saartje Heyns shame shine Sidcup sigh sing sleep smile song SONNET sorrow God soul soul sleeps speak sweet tears tell thee thine things thought Timbuktoo Tour true trust truth turn Twas unto VIII voice vows weary wife Willy wind words youth
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