The Rhyming River: An Anthology of Verse, Volumen4 |
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I've lived a long time Mary in this wide world my dear , But the door to whistle like that I never yet did hear . But Mother you know the fiddle hangs close beside the chink And the wind upon the string is playing the tune I think .
I've lived a long time Mary in this wide world my dear , But the door to whistle like that I never yet did hear . But Mother you know the fiddle hangs close beside the chink And the wind upon the string is playing the tune I think .
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I am never merry when I hear sweet music . Lorenzo . The reason is , your spirits are attentive : For do but note a wild and wanton herd , Or race of youthful and unhandled colts , Fetching mad bounds , bellowing and neighing loud ...
I am never merry when I hear sweet music . Lorenzo . The reason is , your spirits are attentive : For do but note a wild and wanton herd , Or race of youthful and unhandled colts , Fetching mad bounds , bellowing and neighing loud ...
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The WeddingGuest is spellbound by the eye of the old seafaring man , and constrained to hear his tale . The Wedding - Guest sat on a stone : He cannot choose but hear ; And thus spake on that ancient man , The bright - eyed Mariner ...
The WeddingGuest is spellbound by the eye of the old seafaring man , and constrained to hear his tale . The Wedding - Guest sat on a stone : He cannot choose but hear ; And thus spake on that ancient man , The bright - eyed Mariner ...
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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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