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A tale of less affright , And tempered with delight , As Otway's 37 self had framed the tender lay , - - " Tis of a little child Upon a lonesome wild , 120 Not far from home , but she hath lost her way : And now moans low in bitter ...
A tale of less affright , And tempered with delight , As Otway's 37 self had framed the tender lay , - - " Tis of a little child Upon a lonesome wild , 120 Not far from home , but she hath lost her way : And now moans low in bitter ...
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Blow , bugle , blow , set the wild echoes fly- ing , Blow , bugle ; answer , echoes , dying , dy- ing , dying . O hark , O hear ! how thin and clear , And thinner , clearer , farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns ...
Blow , bugle , blow , set the wild echoes fly- ing , Blow , bugle ; answer , echoes , dying , dy- ing , dying . O hark , O hear ! how thin and clear , And thinner , clearer , farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns ...
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It is not that , because a bud is born At a wild briar's end , full i ' the wild beast's way , We ought to pluck and put it out of reach On the oak - tree top , say , ' There the bud belongs !
It is not that , because a bud is born At a wild briar's end , full i ' the wild beast's way , We ought to pluck and put it out of reach On the oak - tree top , say , ' There the bud belongs !
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Medieval Lyrics | 1 |
The Franklins Tale | 16 |
The wordes of the Host to the Phisicien | 28 |
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