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For Johnny has his holly - bough , And with a hurly - burly now He shakes the green bough in his hand . -Why bustle thus about your door , What means this bustle , Betty Foy ? Why are you in this mighty fret ? And why on horseback have ...
For Johnny has his holly - bough , And with a hurly - burly now He shakes the green bough in his hand . -Why bustle thus about your door , What means this bustle , Betty Foy ? Why are you in this mighty fret ? And why on horseback have ...
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I have not named to thee 100 Of elements the waters shrunk from me , Father or mother , mistress , friend , or being , And fatal things pass'd harmless ; the cold With whom I wore the chain of human ties ; hand If I had such ...
I have not named to thee 100 Of elements the waters shrunk from me , Father or mother , mistress , friend , or being , And fatal things pass'd harmless ; the cold With whom I wore the chain of human ties ; hand If I had such ...
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Twas bending close o'er his , and the small mouth Seem'd almost prying into his for breath ; And chafing him , the soft warm hand of youth Recall'd his answering spirits back from death ; 900 And , bathing his chill temples , tried to ...
Twas bending close o'er his , and the small mouth Seem'd almost prying into his for breath ; And chafing him , the soft warm hand of youth Recall'd his answering spirits back from death ; 900 And , bathing his chill temples , tried to ...
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English Romantic Poets James Stephens,Edwin Long Beck,Royall Henderson Snow No preview available - 1961 |
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