Six Centuries of Great Poetry, 第 2033 巻Robert Penn Warren, Albert Erskine Dell Publishing Company, 1955 - 544 ページ |
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... young man ? ” " I hae been to the wild wood ; mother , make my bed soon , For I'm weary wi hunting , and fain wald lie down . ” " Where gat ye your dinner , Lord Randal , my son ? Where gat ye your dinner , my handsome young man ? ” " I ...
... young man ? ” " I hae been to the wild wood ; mother , make my bed soon , For I'm weary wi hunting , and fain wald lie down . ” " Where gat ye your dinner , Lord Randal , my son ? Where gat ye your dinner , my handsome young man ? ” " I ...
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... young friend performed and won the race . O early ripe ! to thy abundant store What could advancing Age have added more ? It might ( what Nature never gives the young ) Have taught the numbers of thy native tongue . But Satire needs not ...
... young friend performed and won the race . O early ripe ! to thy abundant store What could advancing Age have added more ? It might ( what Nature never gives the young ) Have taught the numbers of thy native tongue . But Satire needs not ...
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... Young Lady To a Young Heir To Althea from Prison To an Athlete Dying Young To Autumn To Blossoms To cause accord or to agree To Daffodils To Everlasting Oblivion To fair Fidele's grassy tomb To Heaven .397 ..202 34 .201 .186 .299 .183 ...
... Young Lady To a Young Heir To Althea from Prison To an Athlete Dying Young To Autumn To Blossoms To cause accord or to agree To Daffodils To Everlasting Oblivion To fair Fidele's grassy tomb To Heaven .397 ..202 34 .201 .186 .299 .183 ...
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