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... free , " the others reply'd ; So strait they were seizing him there , To duck him likewise ; but Robin Hood cries , " He is a stout fellow , forbear . " There's no one shall wrong thee , friend , 14 ONE HUNDRED NARRATIVE POEMS.
... free , " the others reply'd ; So strait they were seizing him there , To duck him likewise ; but Robin Hood cries , " He is a stout fellow , forbear . " There's no one shall wrong thee , friend , 14 ONE HUNDRED NARRATIVE POEMS.
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... cries Little John , " Master , I beg of thee . " " What is that boon , " said Robin Hood , " Little John , [ thou ] begs of me ? " " It is to burn fair Kirkly - hall , And all their nunnery . " " Now nay , now nay , " quoth Robin Hood ...
... cries Little John , " Master , I beg of thee . " " What is that boon , " said Robin Hood , " Little John , [ thou ] begs of me ? " " It is to burn fair Kirkly - hall , And all their nunnery . " " Now nay , now nay , " quoth Robin Hood ...
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... cried the Syndic straight , " This is the Knight of Atri's steed of state ! He calls for justice , being sore distressed , And pleads his cause as loudly as the best . * Meanwhile from street and lane a noisy crowd Had rolled THE BELL ...
... cried the Syndic straight , " This is the Knight of Atri's steed of state ! He calls for justice , being sore distressed , And pleads his cause as loudly as the best . * Meanwhile from street and lane a noisy crowd Had rolled THE BELL ...
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... his stall . The King heard and approved , and laughed in glee , And cried aloud : " Right well it pleaseth me ! Church - bells at best but ring us to the docr ; But go not in to mass ; my bell doth 38 ONE HUNDRED NARRATIVE POEMS.
... his stall . The King heard and approved , and laughed in glee , And cried aloud : " Right well it pleaseth me ! Church - bells at best but ring us to the docr ; But go not in to mass ; my bell doth 38 ONE HUNDRED NARRATIVE POEMS.
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... Cries , " Boatman , do not tarry ! And I'll give thee a silver pound To row us o'er the ferry . " — " Now who be ye , would cross Lochgyle , This dark and stormy water ? " " Oh , I'm the chief of Ulva's isle , And this Lord Ullin's ...
... Cries , " Boatman , do not tarry ! And I'll give thee a silver pound To row us o'er the ferry . " — " Now who be ye , would cross Lochgyle , This dark and stormy water ? " " Oh , I'm the chief of Ulva's isle , And this Lord Ullin's ...
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