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Mie love ys dedde , Gon to hys deathe - bedde , Al under the wyllowe tree . Swote hys tyngue as the throstles note , Quycke ynn daunce as thoughte canne bee , Defte hys taboure , codgelle stote , O ! hee lyes bie the wyllowe tree : Mie ...
Mie love ys dedde , Gon to hys deathe - bedde , Al under the wyllowe tree . Swote hys tyngue as the throstles note , Quycke ynn daunce as thoughte canne bee , Defte hys taboure , codgelle stote , O ! hee lyes bie the wyllowe tree : Mie ...
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а One evening ( surely I was led by her ) I went alone into a Shepherd's Boat , A Skiff that to a Willow tree was tied Within a rocky Cave , its usual home . ' Twas by the shores of Patterdale , a Vale Wherein I was a Stranger , thither ...
а One evening ( surely I was led by her ) I went alone into a Shepherd's Boat , A Skiff that to a Willow tree was tied Within a rocky Cave , its usual home . ' Twas by the shores of Patterdale , a Vale Wherein I was a Stranger , thither ...
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from Crotchet Castle The Priest and the Mulberry Tree Did you hear of the curate who mounted his nare , And merrily trotted along to the fair ? Of creature more tractable none ever heard , In the height of her speed she would stop at a ...
from Crotchet Castle The Priest and the Mulberry Tree Did you hear of the curate who mounted his nare , And merrily trotted along to the fair ? Of creature more tractable none ever heard , In the height of her speed she would stop at a ...
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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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