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" But yet his horse was not a whit Inclined to tarry there ; For why ? — his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong ; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song. Away went... "
Simple English poems, ed. by H.C. Bowen - Страница 28
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Poems; to which is prefixed a memoir of the author by J. M'Diarmid

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...we are tir'd ; Said Gilpin — So am I ! But yet his horse was not a whit Inclin'd to tarry there ; For why ? — his owner had a house Full ten miles...archer strong ; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song. Away went Gilpin out of breath, And sore against his will, Till at his friend...

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The Poetical Works of William Cowper

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The book of poetry [ed. by B.G. Johns].

Book - 1841 - 164 страници
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Poems, by William Cowper, Esq: Together with His Posthumous Poetry ..., Том 1

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Poems

William Cowper - 1841 - 456 страници
...Shot by an archer strong; So did he fly— which brings me to The middle of my song. Away went Gilpm out of breath, And sore against his will, Till at...friend the calender's His horse at last stood still. The calender, amazed to see His neighbour in such trim, Laid down his pipe, flew to the gate, And thus...

Selections from the British Poets: From Beattie to Campbell

1843 - 368 страници
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English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution ...

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Cyclopædia of English literature, Том 2

Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 страници
...tired : Said Oilpin — So am I ! But yet his horse was not a whit Inclined to tarry there ; For why Î of gods, whose shrines no longer burn. Even gods...'Twas .love's — 'tis Mahomet's — and other creed The middle of my song. Away went Gilpin out of breath, And sore against his will, Till at his friend...




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