An English Book of Light VerseGuy Boas Macmillan & Company Limited, 1944 - 300 páginas |
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... hold my tongue . VII Not a jest or humorous story Will I ever tell before ye : To be chidden for explaining , When you quite mistake the meaning .. VIII Never more will I suppose You can taste my 53 JONATHAN SWIFT (1667-1745) Twelve ...
... hold my tongue . VII Not a jest or humorous story Will I ever tell before ye : To be chidden for explaining , When you quite mistake the meaning .. VIII Never more will I suppose You can taste my 53 JONATHAN SWIFT (1667-1745) Twelve ...
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... hold a wand , He grasps a hatchet in his hand . A box of charity she shows : " Blow here " ; and a church - warden blows ; ' Tis vanished with conveyance neat , And on the table smokes a treat . She shakes the dice , the board she ...
... hold a wand , He grasps a hatchet in his hand . A box of charity she shows : " Blow here " ; and a church - warden blows ; ' Tis vanished with conveyance neat , And on the table smokes a treat . She shakes the dice , the board she ...
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... hold us fast , and never pall : And then there's you , my own , my And I ... I soon must leave it all- And much you care ! fair- ROBERT BROUGH I'm a shrimp ! I'm a shrimp ! 180 FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON (1821-1895) Unreflecting Childhood ...
... hold us fast , and never pall : And then there's you , my own , my And I ... I soon must leave it all- And much you care ! fair- ROBERT BROUGH I'm a shrimp ! I'm a shrimp ! 180 FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON (1821-1895) Unreflecting Childhood ...
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GEOFFREY CHAUCER 13401400 | 1 |
JOHN SKELTON 14601529 | 12 |
SIR PHILIP SIDNEY 15541586 | 18 |
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