Gleanings from the Poets: For Home and SchoolCrosby and Nichols, 1855 - 430 psl. |
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... close he kept the burning coal , Till it eat itself a hole In his flesh . The standers - by Saw no sign , and heard no cry . All this he did in noble scorn , And for he was a Spartan born . Young student who this story readest , And ...
... close he kept the burning coal , Till it eat itself a hole In his flesh . The standers - by Saw no sign , and heard no cry . All this he did in noble scorn , And for he was a Spartan born . Young student who this story readest , And ...
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... Close behind , a renegado Loudly shouts , with taunting cry , " Yield thee , yield thee , Don Saavedra ! Dost thou from the battle fly ? " Well I know thee , haughty Christian , Long I lived beneath thy roof ; Oft I've in the lists of ...
... Close behind , a renegado Loudly shouts , with taunting cry , " Yield thee , yield thee , Don Saavedra ! Dost thou from the battle fly ? " Well I know thee , haughty Christian , Long I lived beneath thy roof ; Oft I've in the lists of ...
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... can war with thousands wage ? Where yon rock the plain o'ershadows , Close beneath its foot retired , Fainting sunk the bleeding hero , And without a groan expired . F 65 NOSE AND EYES . NOSE AND EYES . - GENTLE RIVER . 67.
... can war with thousands wage ? Where yon rock the plain o'ershadows , Close beneath its foot retired , Fainting sunk the bleeding hero , And without a groan expired . F 65 NOSE AND EYES . NOSE AND EYES . - GENTLE RIVER . 67.
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... close to it , just like a saddle . Again , would your lordship a moment suppose ( " Tis a case that has happened , and may be again ) That the visage or countenance had not a Nose , Pray who would or who could wear spectacles then ...
... close to it , just like a saddle . Again , would your lordship a moment suppose ( " Tis a case that has happened , and may be again ) That the visage or countenance had not a Nose , Pray who would or who could wear spectacles then ...
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... close - clinging damp . Lady - bird ! lady - bird ! fly away home , - Good luck if you reach it at last ! The owl's come abroad , and the bat ' s on the roam , Sharp set from their Ramazan fast . Lady - bird ! lady - bird ! fly away ...
... close - clinging damp . Lady - bird ! lady - bird ! fly away home , - Good luck if you reach it at last ! The owl's come abroad , and the bat ' s on the roam , Sharp set from their Ramazan fast . Lady - bird ! lady - bird ! fly away ...
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