The Rhyming River: An Anthology of Verse, Volumen4 |
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She had not gane a mile but twa , When she heard the dead - bell ringing , And every stroke the dead - bell gie'd , , It cried , Woe to Barbara Allan ! ' O mither , mither , mak my bed , O mak it saft and narrow : Since my love died for ...
She had not gane a mile but twa , When she heard the dead - bell ringing , And every stroke the dead - bell gie'd , , It cried , Woe to Barbara Allan ! ' O mither , mither , mak my bed , O mak it saft and narrow : Since my love died for ...
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Give me the daggers : the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures : ' tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil . If he do bleed , I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal ; For it must seem their guilt . [ Exit .
Give me the daggers : the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures : ' tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil . If he do bleed , I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal ; For it must seem their guilt . [ Exit .
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And they all dead did lie : And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on ; and so did I. I look'd upon the rotting sea , And drew my eyes away ; I look'd upon the rotting deck , And there the dead men lay . And envieth that they should ...
And they all dead did lie : And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on ; and so did I. I look'd upon the rotting sea , And drew my eyes away ; I look'd upon the rotting deck , And there the dead men lay . And envieth that they should ...
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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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