An English Book of Light VerseGuy Boas Macmillan & Company Limited, 1944 - 300 páginas |
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... morning I was up betimes I sent the Crier round , All with his bell and gold - laced hat , to say I'd give a pound To find that little vulgar Boy , who'd gone and used me so ; But when the Crier cried , " O yes ! " the people cried , O ...
... morning I was up betimes I sent the Crier round , All with his bell and gold - laced hat , to say I'd give a pound To find that little vulgar Boy , who'd gone and used me so ; But when the Crier cried , " O yes ! " the people cried , O ...
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... True histories of last year's ghost , Lines to a ringlet , or a turban , And trifles for the Morning Post , And nothings for Sylvanus Urban . THE VICAR He did not think all mischief fair , 152 WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED PAGE.
... True histories of last year's ghost , Lines to a ringlet , or a turban , And trifles for the Morning Post , And nothings for Sylvanus Urban . THE VICAR He did not think all mischief fair , 152 WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED PAGE.
Página 163
... morning . " The wild wind rang from park and plain , And round the attics rumbled , Till all the tables danced again , And half the chimneys tumbled . The glass blew in , the fire blew out , The blast was hard and harder . Her cap blew ...
... morning . " The wild wind rang from park and plain , And round the attics rumbled , Till all the tables danced again , And half the chimneys tumbled . The glass blew in , the fire blew out , The blast was hard and harder . Her cap blew ...
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GEOFFREY CHAUCER 13401400 | 1 |
JOHN SKELTON 14601529 | 12 |
SIR PHILIP SIDNEY 15541586 | 18 |
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Términos y frases comunes
Admiral answer better bird blue brown caught cold court cried d'ye think dead dear dream drink ducks eyes face fair fall father fell fire fish friar gave Gentlemen give green grew hand head hear heard heart hold hour I'll Jane John keep king knew laughed leave light live look Lord morning never night nose o'er once pass play poor pretty Reason rest rose round seemed seen side sight sing Slingsby smile Snapping song soon soul sound stand sure sweet tears tell thee There's things thou thought till took town trees turn Turtle twas vulgar wish young