Poems, Volume 2E. Moxon, 1846 |
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... Better to leave Excalibur conceal'd There in the many - knotted waterflags , That whistled stiff and dry about the marge . So strode he back slow to the wounded king . Then spake King Arthur to Sir Bedivere : " Hast thou perform'd my ...
... Better to leave Excalibur conceal'd There in the many - knotted waterflags , That whistled stiff and dry about the marge . So strode he back slow to the wounded king . Then spake King Arthur to Sir Bedivere : " Hast thou perform'd my ...
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... better than his dog , a little dearer than his horse . What is this ? his eyes are heavy think not they are glazed ... Better thou wert dead before me , tho ' I slew thee with my hand ! Better thou and I were lying , hidden from the ...
... better than his dog , a little dearer than his horse . What is this ? his eyes are heavy think not they are glazed ... Better thou wert dead before me , tho ' I slew thee with my hand ! Better thou and I were lying , hidden from the ...
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... better men should perish one by one , Than that earth should stand at gaze like Joshua's moon in Ajalon ! Not in vain the distance beacons . Forward , forward let us range . Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of ...
... better men should perish one by one , Than that earth should stand at gaze like Joshua's moon in Ajalon ! Not in vain the distance beacons . Forward , forward let us range . Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of ...
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