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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Next morning I was up betimes , – I sent the Crier round , All with his bell and gold - laced hat , to say I'd give a pound To find that little vulgar Boy , who'd gone and used me so ; But when the Crier cried , " O Yes !
Next morning I was up betimes , – I sent the Crier round , All with his bell and gold - laced hat , to say I'd give a pound To find that little vulgar Boy , who'd gone and used me so ; But when the Crier cried , " O Yes !
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Charles Sprague ( 1791–1875 ) THE TWO APRIL MORNINGS We walked along , while bright and red Uprose the morning sun ; And Matthew stopped , he looked , and said , “ The will of God be done ! ” A village schoolmaster was he , With hair of ...
Charles Sprague ( 1791–1875 ) THE TWO APRIL MORNINGS We walked along , while bright and red Uprose the morning sun ; And Matthew stopped , he looked , and said , “ The will of God be done ! ” A village schoolmaster was he , With hair of ...
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William D'Avenant 695 Morning Jane Taylor 116 Morning Serenade . .Cawein 700 Morning - glory , The , “ Was it worth while to paint so fair " F. E. Coales 1494 Morning - glory , The , “ We wreathed about our darling's head ” .
William D'Avenant 695 Morning Jane Taylor 116 Morning Serenade . .Cawein 700 Morning - glory , The , “ Was it worth while to paint so fair " F. E. Coales 1494 Morning - glory , The , “ We wreathed about our darling's head ” .
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