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The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest , But our flower was in flushing , When blighting was nearest . Fleet foot on the corrie , Sage counsel in cumber , Red hand in the foray , How sound is thy slumber !
The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest , But our flower was in flushing , When blighting was nearest . Fleet foot on the corrie , Sage counsel in cumber , Red hand in the foray , How sound is thy slumber !
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Then give me some money , ' said bold Robin Hood , ' For none can I find in the good greenwood , All on the fallen leaves so brown . ' ' No money have we , good brother , ' said they : “ Then , ' said he , ' we three for money will pray ...
Then give me some money , ' said bold Robin Hood , ' For none can I find in the good greenwood , All on the fallen leaves so brown . ' ' No money have we , good brother , ' said they : “ Then , ' said he , ' we three for money will pray ...
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IV If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear ; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee ; A wave to pant beneath thy power , and share The ... V Make me thy lyre , even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own !
IV If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear ; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee ; A wave to pant beneath thy power , and share The ... V Make me thy lyre , even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own !
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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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