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Page 196
... tree . Swote hys tyngue as the throstles note , Quycke ynn daunce as thoughte canne bee , Defte hys taboure , codgelle stote , O ! hee lyes bie the wyllowe tree : Mie love ys dedde , Gonne to hys deathe - bedde , Alle underre the wyllowe ...
... tree . Swote hys tyngue as the throstles note , Quycke ynn daunce as thoughte canne bee , Defte hys taboure , codgelle stote , O ! hee lyes bie the wyllowe tree : Mie love ys dedde , Gonne to hys deathe - bedde , Alle underre the wyllowe ...
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... tree was tied Within a rocky Cave , its usual home . ' Twas by the shores of Patterdale , a Vale Wherein I was a Stranger , thither come A School - boy Traveller , at the Holidays . Forth rambled from the Village Inn alone No sooner had ...
... tree was tied Within a rocky Cave , its usual home . ' Twas by the shores of Patterdale , a Vale Wherein I was a Stranger , thither come A School - boy Traveller , at the Holidays . Forth rambled from the Village Inn alone No sooner had ...
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... tree in a hedge of wild briar ; On boughs long and lofty , in many a green shoot , Hung large , black , and glossy , the beautiful fruit . The curate was hungry and thirsty to boot ; He shrunk from the thorns , though he longed for the ...
... tree in a hedge of wild briar ; On boughs long and lofty , in many a green shoot , Hung large , black , and glossy , the beautiful fruit . The curate was hungry and thirsty to boot ; He shrunk from the thorns , though he longed for the ...
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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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