British Anthologies, Volume 10Edward Arber H. Frowde, 1901 - English poetry |
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... Beneath his well - shod feet , The snorting beast began to trot ; Which galled him in his seat . So , Fair and softly ! ' JOHN did cry ; But JOHN , he cried in vain ! That trot became a gallop soon , In spite of curb or rein . So ...
... Beneath his well - shod feet , The snorting beast began to trot ; Which galled him in his seat . So , Fair and softly ! ' JOHN did cry ; But JOHN , he cried in vain ! That trot became a gallop soon , In spite of curb or rein . So ...
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... beneath his walnut shade , He finds his long last home ; And waits , in snug concealment laid , Till gentler Puss shall come . He , in his turn , must feel the shocks From which no care can save ; And , partner once of Tiney's box , Be ...
... beneath his walnut shade , He finds his long last home ; And waits , in snug concealment laid , Till gentler Puss shall come . He , in his turn , must feel the shocks From which no care can save ; And , partner once of Tiney's box , Be ...
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... beneath the wave Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave , Whose courage well was tried , Had made the vessel heel , And laid her on her side . A land - breeze shook the shrouds , And she was overset ; Down went the ...
... beneath the wave Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave , Whose courage well was tried , Had made the vessel heel , And laid her on her side . A land - breeze shook the shrouds , And she was overset ; Down went the ...
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... Beneath a kind - embowering shade , With rosy wreaths their temples crown ! In rosy wine their sorrows drown ! Meanwhile , the Muses wake the lyre ! The Graces , modest mirth inspire , Good - natured humour , harmless wit , Well ...
... Beneath a kind - embowering shade , With rosy wreaths their temples crown ! In rosy wine their sorrows drown ! Meanwhile , the Muses wake the lyre ! The Graces , modest mirth inspire , Good - natured humour , harmless wit , Well ...
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... the fields laid bare an ' wast , An ' weary Winter comin fast , An ' cozie here , beneath the blast , Thou thought to dwell- Till , crash ! the cruel coulter past Out - thro ' thy cell . That wee - bit heap o ' leaves an ' 55 Robert Burns .
... the fields laid bare an ' wast , An ' weary Winter comin fast , An ' cozie here , beneath the blast , Thou thought to dwell- Till , crash ! the cruel coulter past Out - thro ' thy cell . That wee - bit heap o ' leaves an ' 55 Robert Burns .
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