English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1857 |
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... O when will ye come hame again ? Dear Willie , tell to me . " WILLIAM . " When sun and mune leap on yon hill ; And that will never be . " a Blood . b One - only . c Sorrow . d Woe . She turned hersel ' right round about , And her 17.
... O when will ye come hame again ? Dear Willie , tell to me . " WILLIAM . " When sun and mune leap on yon hill ; And that will never be . " a Blood . b One - only . c Sorrow . d Woe . She turned hersel ' right round about , And her 17.
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English poetry William John Conybeare. She turned hersel ' right round about , And her heart burst into three : " My ae best son is deid an gane , a my tother ane I'll ne'er see . " And OLD BALLAD . THE CHILD OF ELLE . ON yonder hill a ...
English poetry William John Conybeare. She turned hersel ' right round about , And her heart burst into three : " My ae best son is deid an gane , a my tother ane I'll ne'er see . " And OLD BALLAD . THE CHILD OF ELLE . ON yonder hill a ...
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... round went the wheel ! Were never folk so glad , The stones did rattle underneath As if Cheapside were mad . John Gilpin at his horse's side Seized fast the flowing mane , And up he got in haste to ride , But soon came down again . For ...
... round went the wheel ! Were never folk so glad , The stones did rattle underneath As if Cheapside were mad . John Gilpin at his horse's side Seized fast the flowing mane , And up he got in haste to ride , But soon came down again . For ...
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... round , Which he beside the rivulet , In playing there , had found : He came to ask what he had found , That was so large , and smooth , and round . Old Kaspar took it from the boy , Who stood expectant by ; And then the old man shook ...
... round , Which he beside the rivulet , In playing there , had found : He came to ask what he had found , That was so large , and smooth , and round . Old Kaspar took it from the boy , Who stood expectant by ; And then the old man shook ...
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... round Was wasted far and wide , And many a childing - mother then , And new - born baby , died ; But things like that , you know , must be , At every famous victory . T " They say it was a shocking sight , After the field was won ; And ...
... round Was wasted far and wide , And many a childing - mother then , And new - born baby , died ; But things like that , you know , must be , At every famous victory . T " They say it was a shocking sight , After the field was won ; And ...
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