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Page 187
Now let me sit beneath the whitening thorn And mark thy spreading tints steal o'er the dale , And watch with patient eye Thy fair unfolding charms . O nymph , approach ! while yet the temperate sun With bashful forehead through the cool ...
Now let me sit beneath the whitening thorn And mark thy spreading tints steal o'er the dale , And watch with patient eye Thy fair unfolding charms . O nymph , approach ! while yet the temperate sun With bashful forehead through the cool ...
Page 243
They clasped her waist and her hands sae fair , They kissed her cheek and they kemed her hair , And round came many a blooming fere , Saying , ' Bonnie Kilmeny , ye're welcome here ! Women are freed of the littand scorn : O blest be the ...
They clasped her waist and her hands sae fair , They kissed her cheek and they kemed her hair , And round came many a blooming fere , Saying , ' Bonnie Kilmeny , ye're welcome here ! Women are freed of the littand scorn : O blest be the ...
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Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Did you hear of the curate who mounted his mare , Dimply damsel , sweetly smiling , 486 371 20 Earth has not anything to show more fair : 275 Fair seed - time had my soul , and I grew up Five years ...
Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Did you hear of the curate who mounted his mare , Dimply damsel , sweetly smiling , 486 371 20 Earth has not anything to show more fair : 275 Fair seed - time had my soul , and I grew up Five years ...
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CHARLES SACKVILLE EARL OF DORSET 16381706 | 1 |
ANNE COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA ?16601720 | 10 |
WILLIAM CONGREVE 16701729 | 19 |
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