Poems, Volume 2E. Moxon, 1846 |
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Page 54
... bore this better at the first , For I was strong and hale of body then ; And though my teeth , which now are dropt away , Would chatter with the cold , and all my beard Was tagg'd with icy fringes in the moon , I drown'd the whoopings ...
... bore this better at the first , For I was strong and hale of body then ; And though my teeth , which now are dropt away , Would chatter with the cold , and all my beard Was tagg'd with icy fringes in the moon , I drown'd the whoopings ...
Page 56
... bore : but while I lived In the white convent down the valley there , loins I wore For many weeks about my The rope that haled the buckets from the well , Twisted as tight as I could knot the noose ; And spake not of it to a single soul ...
... bore : but while I lived In the white convent down the valley there , loins I wore For many weeks about my The rope that haled the buckets from the well , Twisted as tight as I could knot the noose ; And spake not of it to a single soul ...
Page 209
... bore him , Then before her time she died . Weeping , weeping late and early , Walking up and pacing down , Deeply mourn'd the Lord of Burleigh , Burleigh - house by Stamford - town . And he came to look upon her , And he look'd at her ...
... bore him , Then before her time she died . Weeping , weeping late and early , Walking up and pacing down , Deeply mourn'd the Lord of Burleigh , Burleigh - house by Stamford - town . And he came to look upon her , And he look'd at her ...
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