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... " He took a lang spear in his hand , Shod with metal free , And for to meet the Douglas there , He rode right furiouslie . 5 IO 15 20 25 But O how pale his lady look'd , Frae aff OLD ENGLISH BALLADS I I The Battle of Otterbourne.
... " He took a lang spear in his hand , Shod with metal free , And for to meet the Douglas there , He rode right furiouslie . 5 IO 15 20 25 But O how pale his lady look'd , Frae aff OLD ENGLISH BALLADS I I The Battle of Otterbourne.
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Thomas Marc Parrott, Augustus White Long. But O how pale his lady look'd , Frae aff the castle wa ' , When down before the Scottish spear , She saw proud Percy fa ' . " Had we twa been upon the green , And never an eye to see , I wad hae ...
Thomas Marc Parrott, Augustus White Long. But O how pale his lady look'd , Frae aff the castle wa ' , When down before the Scottish spear , She saw proud Percy fa ' . " Had we twa been upon the green , And never an eye to see , I wad hae ...
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... look upon myself and curse my fate , Wishing me like to one more rich in hope , Featur'd like him , like him with friends possess'd , Desiring this man's art and that man's scope , With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these ...
... look upon myself and curse my fate , Wishing me like to one more rich in hope , Featur'd like him , like him with friends possess'd , Desiring this man's art and that man's scope , With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these ...
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... look'd but with divining eyes , They had not skill enough your worth to sing : For we , which now behold these ... looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark , Whose worth's unknown , although his ...
... look'd but with divining eyes , They had not skill enough your worth to sing : For we , which now behold these ... looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark , Whose worth's unknown , although his ...
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... look , give me a face , That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing , hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all the adulteries of art : They strike mine eyes , but not my heart . TO CELIA DRINK to me only with ...
... look , give me a face , That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing , hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all the adulteries of art : They strike mine eyes , but not my heart . TO CELIA DRINK to me only with ...
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