The Rhyming River: An Anthology of Verse, Volumen4 |
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At seventy - nine years old His breath comes hard , and nothing comes too easy . He finds the evenings cold . Pity poor Rumble : winter on his noddle Has laid its wisps of snow ; And though about the place he scarce can toddle ...
At seventy - nine years old His breath comes hard , and nothing comes too easy . He finds the evenings cold . Pity poor Rumble : winter on his noddle Has laid its wisps of snow ; And though about the place he scarce can toddle ...
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His breath kindleth coals , And a flame goeth out of his mouth ... He maketh the deep to boil like a pot : He maketh the sea like a pot of ointment . He maketh a path to shine after him ; One would think the deep to be hoary .
His breath kindleth coals , And a flame goeth out of his mouth ... He maketh the deep to boil like a pot : He maketh the sea like a pot of ointment . He maketh a path to shine after him ; One would think the deep to be hoary .
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But I have seen , Pointing her shapely shadows from the dawn An image tumbled on a rose - swept bay , A drowsy ship of some yet older older day ; And , wonder's breath indrawn , Thought I — who knows who knows — but in that same ...
But I have seen , Pointing her shapely shadows from the dawn An image tumbled on a rose - swept bay , A drowsy ship of some yet older older day ; And , wonder's breath indrawn , Thought I — who knows who knows — but in that same ...
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The Wind and the Rain William Shakespeare | 4 |
Poor Rumble James Reeves ΙΟ | 12 |
The Daniel Jazz Vachel Lindsay | 18 |
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