Poems, Volume 2E. Moxon, 1846 |
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... faces , other minds . ' " " And slowly answer'd Arthur from the barge : " The old order changeth , yielding place to ... face again , Pray for my soul . More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of . Wherefore , let thy ...
... faces , other minds . ' " " And slowly answer'd Arthur from the barge : " The old order changeth , yielding place to ... face again , Pray for my soul . More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of . Wherefore , let thy ...
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... face and pass'd - unhappy that I am ! But now , Sir , let me have my boy , for you Will make him hard , and he will learn to slight His father's memory ; and take Dora back , And let all this be as it was before . " So Mary said , and ...
... face and pass'd - unhappy that I am ! But now , Sir , let me have my boy , for you Will make him hard , and he will learn to slight His father's memory ; and take Dora back , And let all this be as it was before . " So Mary said , and ...
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... face , and spoke , " By holy rood , a royal beard ! How say you ? we have slept , my lords . My beard has grown into my lap . The barons swore , with many words , ' Twas but an after - dinner's nap . 66 99 ' Pardy , " return'd the king ...
... face , and spoke , " By holy rood , a royal beard ! How say you ? we have slept , my lords . My beard has grown into my lap . The barons swore , with many words , ' Twas but an after - dinner's nap . 66 99 ' Pardy , " return'd the king ...
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