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... lips grew red , On the dowie houms of Yarrow . " Now , haud your tongue , my daughter dear ! For a ' this breeds but sorrow . I'll wed ye to a better lord , Than him ye lost on Yarrow . " " O haud your tongue , my father dear , Ye mind ...
... lips grew red , On the dowie houms of Yarrow . " Now , haud your tongue , my daughter dear ! For a ' this breeds but sorrow . I'll wed ye to a better lord , Than him ye lost on Yarrow . " " O haud your tongue , my father dear , Ye mind ...
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... lips and a tear in her eye . He took her soft hand ere her mother could bar , — " Now tread we a measure ! " said young Lochinvar . So stately his form , and so lovely her face , That never a hall such a galliard 2 did grace ; While her ...
... lips and a tear in her eye . He took her soft hand ere her mother could bar , — " Now tread we a measure ! " said young Lochinvar . So stately his form , and so lovely her face , That never a hall such a galliard 2 did grace ; While her ...
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... lips Is sweeter than the song . O perfumed suitor , spare thy smiles ! Her thoughts are not of thee ; She better loves the salted wind , The voices of the sea . Her heart is like an outbound ship That at its anchor swings ; The murmur ...
... lips Is sweeter than the song . O perfumed suitor , spare thy smiles ! Her thoughts are not of thee ; She better loves the salted wind , The voices of the sea . Her heart is like an outbound ship That at its anchor swings ; The murmur ...
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... lips , that fondly falter , Presses his without reproof : Leads her to the village altar , And they leave her father's roof . " I can make no marriage present : Little can I give my wife . Love will make our cottage pleasant , And I ...
... lips , that fondly falter , Presses his without reproof : Leads her to the village altar , And they leave her father's roof . " I can make no marriage present : Little can I give my wife . Love will make our cottage pleasant , And I ...
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... lip of maid or throat of bird ; For Mabel Martin sat apart , And let the hay - mow's shadow fall Upon the loveliest face of all . She sat apart , as one forbid , Who knew that none would condescend To own the Witch - wife's child a ...
... lip of maid or throat of bird ; For Mabel Martin sat apart , And let the hay - mow's shadow fall Upon the loveliest face of all . She sat apart , as one forbid , Who knew that none would condescend To own the Witch - wife's child a ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON anapest arms ballad battle Bell blood blow blue bold brave breast breath Camelot captain's gig cried dark dead dear death dream earth English eyes face fair father feet fell fight gray grew hair hand hath head hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill horse iamb Inchcape Rock Jock JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER King kiss Lady of Shalott Lars Porsena light lips looked Lord loud moonlight morning mother never night o'er Oxus Patrick Spence Persian pipe poem poor quoth ride Robin Hood rode rose round Rustum sail Seistan ship shout sing slain smile Sohrab soldier song soul spake spear steed stood storm sweet sword Tartar tell thee thou thro trochee turned Twas voice wall waves White Ship wild wind word Yarrow young