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Call unto his funeral dole The ant , the field - mouse , and the mole , To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm , And , when tombs are robbed , sustain gay no harm ; But keep the wolf far thence , that's foe to men , For with his ...
Call unto his funeral dole The ant , the field - mouse , and the mole , To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm , And , when tombs are robbed , sustain gay no harm ; But keep the wolf far thence , that's foe to men , For with his ...
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I saw a shepherd that doth keep In yonder field of lilies , Was making , as he fed his sheep , A wreath of daffodillies . Batt . Yet , Gorbo , thou delud'st me still , My flower thou didst not see , For know , my pretty Daffodil Is worn ...
I saw a shepherd that doth keep In yonder field of lilies , Was making , as he fed his sheep , A wreath of daffodillies . Batt . Yet , Gorbo , thou delud'st me still , My flower thou didst not see , For know , my pretty Daffodil Is worn ...
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A lamb I keep ( tame ) with my morsells fed , Whose dam An orphan left him ( lately dead ) . A cat I keep , that playes about my house , Grown fat ΙΟ 20 With eating many a miching 29 mouse . To these A Trasy 30 I do keep , whereby I ...
A lamb I keep ( tame ) with my morsells fed , Whose dam An orphan left him ( lately dead ) . A cat I keep , that playes about my house , Grown fat ΙΟ 20 With eating many a miching 29 mouse . To these A Trasy 30 I do keep , whereby I ...
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