Yorkshire Notes and Queries, Volumes 1-2editor, 1888 - Folklore |
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... Shall we build to the purple of PRIDE , The trappings which dizen the proud ? Alas ! they are all laid aside ; And here's neither dress nor adornment allow'd , But the long winding - sheet , and the fringe of the shroud . TO RICHES ...
... Shall we build to the purple of PRIDE , The trappings which dizen the proud ? Alas ! they are all laid aside ; And here's neither dress nor adornment allow'd , But the long winding - sheet , and the fringe of the shroud . TO RICHES ...
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