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... play and dwindled to a farce ? When did his muse from Fletcher scenes purloin , As thou whole Etheredge dost transfuse to thine ? But so transfused as oils on waters flow , His always floats above , thine sinks below . This is thy ...
... play and dwindled to a farce ? When did his muse from Fletcher scenes purloin , As thou whole Etheredge dost transfuse to thine ? But so transfused as oils on waters flow , His always floats above , thine sinks below . This is thy ...
Page 197
... play and dwindled to a farce ? When did his muse from Fletcher scenes purloin , As thou whole Etheredge dost transfuse to thine ? But so transfused as oils on waters flow , His always floats above , thine sinks below . This is thy ...
... play and dwindled to a farce ? When did his muse from Fletcher scenes purloin , As thou whole Etheredge dost transfuse to thine ? But so transfused as oils on waters flow , His always floats above , thine sinks below . This is thy ...
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... play ; But , why should we in vain Each other's ruin thus pursue ? We were undone when we left you . With a fa , la , la , la , la . But now our fears tempestuous grow , And cast our hopes away ; Whilst you , regardless of our woe , Sit ...
... play ; But , why should we in vain Each other's ruin thus pursue ? We were undone when we left you . With a fa , la , la , la , la . But now our fears tempestuous grow , And cast our hopes away ; Whilst you , regardless of our woe , Sit ...
Contents
Went to the Road That Lies | 16 |
Editors Preface | 19 |
Paul Engle | 35 |
Copyright | |
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Common terms and phrases
Akond of Swat Alexander Pope Anonymous beauty bird blood blue boys cried D. H. Lawrence dark dead Dean death doth drink dull e. e. cummings Edward Lear Elynour eyes Festel to Fose Frankie give grave Harry Graham hate head heart heigh-ho John Henry John the Red Johnny kind kiss lady Lawd lemmings live look Lord Lyke Malder merry Milder to Malder mind Montana Moscow ne'er never night numbers o'er Ogden Nash pleasant poem poet poor praise Red Nose reply rhyme Samuel Hoffenstein says Festel says John says Milder Sieve sing Sir W. S. Gilbert Song soul steam drill sweet Tell thee There's theyr things thou thought turn verse W. H. Auden Who's the fool Winthrop Palmer wise wish words write wrong young