The Home Book of Verse, American and English, 1580-1920: With an Appendix Containing a Few Well-known Poems in Other Languages, Том 2 |
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The Twa Sisters 2649 “ O sister , sister , reach your hand , And ye shall be heir of half my land . ” “ O sister , I'll not reach my hand , And I'll be heir of a ' your land ; “ Shame fa ' the hand that I should take , It's twinèd ine ...
The Twa Sisters 2649 “ O sister , sister , reach your hand , And ye shall be heir of half my land . ” “ O sister , I'll not reach my hand , And I'll be heir of a ' your land ; “ Shame fa ' the hand that I should take , It's twinèd ine ...
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And he of the swollen purple throat , And the stark and staring eyes , Waits for the holy hands that took The Thief ... in which to heal His soul of his soul's strife , And cleanse from every blot of blood The hand that held the knife .
And he of the swollen purple throat , And the stark and staring eyes , Waits for the holy hands that took The Thief ... in which to heal His soul of his soul's strife , And cleanse from every blot of blood The hand that held the knife .
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Robert Burns ( 1759-1796 ] “ WE ARE BRETHREN A ' ” 1 A HAPPY bit hame this auld world would be If men , when they're here , could make shift to agree , An ' ilk said to his neebor , in cottage an ' ha ' , “ Come , gi'e me your hand ...
Robert Burns ( 1759-1796 ] “ WE ARE BRETHREN A ' ” 1 A HAPPY bit hame this auld world would be If men , when they're here , could make shift to agree , An ' ilk said to his neebor , in cottage an ' ha ' , “ Come , gi'e me your hand ...
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