Studies in Literature (first Series)University Press, 1924 - 307 страница |
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... night held on indignantly O'er the blue Midland waters with the gale , Betwixt the Syrtes and soft Sicily , To where the Atlantic raves Outside the Western Straits , and unbent sails There , where down cloudy cliffs , through sheets of ...
... night held on indignantly O'er the blue Midland waters with the gale , Betwixt the Syrtes and soft Sicily , To where the Atlantic raves Outside the Western Straits , and unbent sails There , where down cloudy cliffs , through sheets of ...
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... night to meet the day , little threads pushing out over its black spaces - dotted ships on wide seas , crawling trains of emigrant waggons , pioneers , tribes on the trek , men extinguishing their camp - fires and shouldering their ...
... night to meet the day , little threads pushing out over its black spaces - dotted ships on wide seas , crawling trains of emigrant waggons , pioneers , tribes on the trek , men extinguishing their camp - fires and shouldering their ...
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... Tam Lin : Janet has kilted her green kirtle A little abune the knee ; And she has snooded her yellow hair A little abune her bree , And she is on to Miles Cross As fast as she can hie . About the dead hour o ' the night She heard BALLADS ...
... Tam Lin : Janet has kilted her green kirtle A little abune the knee ; And she has snooded her yellow hair A little abune her bree , And she is on to Miles Cross As fast as she can hie . About the dead hour o ' the night She heard BALLADS ...
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... night , Tam Lin , Gin I had kent yestreen , I wad ta'en out thy heart o ' flesh , And put in a heart o ' stane . ' And adieu , Tam Lin ! But gin I had kent A ladye wad borrow'd thee , I wad ta'en out thy twa grey e'en Put in twa e'en o ...
... night , Tam Lin , Gin I had kent yestreen , I wad ta'en out thy heart o ' flesh , And put in a heart o ' stane . ' And adieu , Tam Lin ! But gin I had kent A ladye wad borrow'd thee , I wad ta'en out thy twa grey e'en Put in twa e'en o ...
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... night She heard the bridles ring . It can sing low : Or Then up bespake the bride's mother- She never was known to speak so free- ' Ye'll not forsake my only daughter Though Susie Pye has crossed the sea . ' ( Young Beichan ) An ' thou ...
... night She heard the bridles ring . It can sing low : Or Then up bespake the bride's mother- She never was known to speak so free- ' Ye'll not forsake my only daughter Though Susie Pye has crossed the sea . ' ( Young Beichan ) An ' thou ...
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