The Everyman Book of Light VerseRobert Robinson |
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Page 400
... write but a sad scrawl , but my sister Marget she writes better . Well , but I must run and make the bed before my master comes from prayers , And see now , it strikes ten , and I hear him coming upstairs : Whereof I could say more to ...
... write but a sad scrawl , but my sister Marget she writes better . Well , but I must run and make the bed before my master comes from prayers , And see now , it strikes ten , and I hear him coming upstairs : Whereof I could say more to ...
Page 413
... write at all , And his heart was filled with yearnings for a certain Mr Hall ; Till , after many years of doubt , he sent his friend a card : ' Have tried to write an Algebra , but find it very hard . ' Now Mr Hall himself had tried to ...
... write at all , And his heart was filled with yearnings for a certain Mr Hall ; Till , after many years of doubt , he sent his friend a card : ' Have tried to write an Algebra , but find it very hard . ' Now Mr Hall himself had tried to ...
Page 434
... writing a ballad ; be still if you can , Little brother . ( O Mother Carey , mother ! What chickens are these between ... write , Little brother ? ( O Mother Carey , mother ! How gathers thy train to the sea from the heaven ! ) ' ' And ...
... writing a ballad ; be still if you can , Little brother . ( O Mother Carey , mother ! What chickens are these between ... write , Little brother ? ( O Mother Carey , mother ! How gathers thy train to the sea from the heaven ! ) ' ' And ...
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