The New Golden Treasury of English VerseEdward Leeson Macmillan, 1980 - 506 strán (strany) |
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Strana 183
... o'er my fair bodie . ' ' O , Marie , put on your robes o ' black , Or else your robes o ' brown , For ye maun gang wi ' me the night , To see fair Edinbro ' town . ' ' I winna put on my robes o ' black , Nor yet my robes o ' brown , But ...
... o'er my fair bodie . ' ' O , Marie , put on your robes o ' black , Or else your robes o ' brown , For ye maun gang wi ' me the night , To see fair Edinbro ' town . ' ' I winna put on my robes o ' black , Nor yet my robes o ' brown , But ...
Strana 248
... o'er the crested pride Of the first Edward scattered wild dismay , As down the steep of Snowdon's shaggy side He wound with toilsome march his long array . Stout Gloucester stood aghast in speechless trance : ' To arms ! ' cried ...
... o'er the crested pride Of the first Edward scattered wild dismay , As down the steep of Snowdon's shaggy side He wound with toilsome march his long array . Stout Gloucester stood aghast in speechless trance : ' To arms ! ' cried ...
Strana 276
... o'er , Lends the light turf that warms the neighbouring poor ; From thence a length of burning sand appears , Where the thin harvest waves its withered ears ; Rank weeds , that every art and care defy , Reign o'er the land , and rob the ...
... o'er , Lends the light turf that warms the neighbouring poor ; From thence a length of burning sand appears , Where the thin harvest waves its withered ears ; Rank weeds , that every art and care defy , Reign o'er the land , and rob the ...
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