The Book of Georgian VerseWilliam Stanley Braithwaite Duckworth, 1914 - 1313 páginas |
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... dead , Gone to his death - bed , All under the willow - tree . See ! the white moon shines on high ; Whiter is my true - love's shroud : Whiter than the morning sky , Whiter than the evening cloud : My love is dead , Gone to his death ...
... dead , Gone to his death - bed , All under the willow - tree . See ! the white moon shines on high ; Whiter is my true - love's shroud : Whiter than the morning sky , Whiter than the evening cloud : My love is dead , Gone to his death ...
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... dead . At gloamin ' , now , the bagpipe's dumb , Whan weary owsen hameward come ; Sae sweetly as it wont to bum , And pibrachs skreed ; We never hear its warlike hum , For Music's dead . Macgibbon's gane : Ah ! waes my The man in music ...
... dead . At gloamin ' , now , the bagpipe's dumb , Whan weary owsen hameward come ; Sae sweetly as it wont to bum , And pibrachs skreed ; We never hear its warlike hum , For Music's dead . Macgibbon's gane : Ah ! waes my The man in music ...
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... dead . Ilk carline now may grunt and grane , Ilk bonny lassie make great mane ; Since he's awa ' , I trow there's nane Can fill his stead ; The blythest sangster on the plain ! Alake , he's dead ! Now foreign sonnets bear the gree , And ...
... dead . Ilk carline now may grunt and grane , Ilk bonny lassie make great mane ; Since he's awa ' , I trow there's nane Can fill his stead ; The blythest sangster on the plain ! Alake , he's dead ! Now foreign sonnets bear the gree , And ...
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