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Page 13
... sit ; Falsehood shall bare her plaited brow : Fair - fronted Truth shall droop not now With shrilling shafts of subtle wit . Nor martyr - flames , nor trenchant swords Can do away that ancient lie ; A gentler death shall Falsehood die ...
... sit ; Falsehood shall bare her plaited brow : Fair - fronted Truth shall droop not now With shrilling shafts of subtle wit . Nor martyr - flames , nor trenchant swords Can do away that ancient lie ; A gentler death shall Falsehood die ...
Page 17
... sits . When 2 . merry milkmaids click the latch , And rarely smells the new - mown hay , And the cock hath sung beneath the thatch Twice or thrice his roundelay , Twice or thrice his roundelay ; Alone and warming his five wits , The ...
... sits . When 2 . merry milkmaids click the latch , And rarely smells the new - mown hay , And the cock hath sung beneath the thatch Twice or thrice his roundelay , Twice or thrice his roundelay ; Alone and warming his five wits , The ...
Page 36
... purely , when they wish to charm Pallas and Juno sitting by : And with a sweeping of the arm , And a lack - lustre dead - blue eye , Devolved his rounded periods . Most delicately hour by hour He canvass'd human mysteries , 36 - A ...
... purely , when they wish to charm Pallas and Juno sitting by : And with a sweeping of the arm , And a lack - lustre dead - blue eye , Devolved his rounded periods . Most delicately hour by hour He canvass'd human mysteries , 36 - A ...
Page 58
... Sitting alone , Singing alone Under the sea , With a crown of gold , On a throne ? 2 . I would be a merman bold ; I would sit and sing the whole of the day ; I would fill the sea - halls with a voice of power ; But at night I would roam ...
... Sitting alone , Singing alone Under the sea , With a crown of gold , On a throne ? 2 . I would be a merman bold ; I would sit and sing the whole of the day ; I would fill the sea - halls with a voice of power ; But at night I would roam ...
Page 85
... sit , Three fingers round the old silver cup— I see his gray eyes twinkle yet At his own jest - gray eyes lit up With summer lightnings of a soul So full of summer warmth , so glad , So healthy , sound , and clear and whole , His memory ...
... sit , Three fingers round the old silver cup— I see his gray eyes twinkle yet At his own jest - gray eyes lit up With summer lightnings of a soul So full of summer warmth , so glad , So healthy , sound , and clear and whole , His memory ...
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