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Page 293
With unextinguish'd taper I kept watch , Reading at intervals ; the fear gone by Press'd on me almost like a fear to come ; I thought of those September Massacres , Divided from me by a little month , And felt and touch'd them ...
With unextinguish'd taper I kept watch , Reading at intervals ; the fear gone by Press'd on me almost like a fear to come ; I thought of those September Massacres , Divided from me by a little month , And felt and touch'd them ...
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Up Urgan starts , that hideous dwarf , Before Lord Richard stands , And , as he crossed and blessed himself , ' I fear not sign , ' quoth the grisly elf , ' That is made with bloody hands . ' But out then spoke she , Alice Brand ...
Up Urgan starts , that hideous dwarf , Before Lord Richard stands , And , as he crossed and blessed himself , ' I fear not sign , ' quoth the grisly elf , ' That is made with bloody hands . ' But out then spoke she , Alice Brand ...
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Fear at my heart , as at a cup , My life - blood seemed to sip ! The stars were dim , and thick the night , The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white ; From the sails the dew did dripTill clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon ...
Fear at my heart , as at a cup , My life - blood seemed to sip ! The stars were dim , and thick the night , The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white ; From the sails the dew did dripTill clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon ...
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CHARLES SACKVILLE EARL OF DORSET 16381706 | 1 |
ANNE COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA ?16601720 | 10 |
WILLIAM CONGREVE 16701729 | 19 |
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