The Old Huntsman: And Other PoemsW. Heinemann, 1917 - 109 psl. |
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... hounds were short of blood ; and officers From barracks over - rode ' em all day long On weedy , whistling nags that knocked a hole every fence ; good sportsmen to a man And brigadiers by now , but dreadful hard On a young huntsman keen ...
... hounds were short of blood ; and officers From barracks over - rode ' em all day long On weedy , whistling nags that knocked a hole every fence ; good sportsmen to a man And brigadiers by now , but dreadful hard On a young huntsman keen ...
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... hounds like church - bells chiming on a Sunday , - Ay , that's the song I'd wish to hear in Heaven ! The cry of hounds was Heaven for me : I know Parson would call me crazed and wrong to say it , But where's the use of life and being ...
... hounds like church - bells chiming on a Sunday , - Ay , that's the song I'd wish to hear in Heaven ! The cry of hounds was Heaven for me : I know Parson would call me crazed and wrong to say it , But where's the use of life and being ...
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... hounds , and walked me puppies ; and could pick Good legs and loins and necks and shoulders , ay , And feet , ' twas necks and feet I looked at first . Some hounds I've known were wise as half your saints , And better hunters . That old ...
... hounds , and walked me puppies ; and could pick Good legs and loins and necks and shoulders , ay , And feet , ' twas necks and feet I looked at first . Some hounds I've known were wise as half your saints , And better hunters . That old ...
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... hounds in Heaven , " With God as Master , taking no subscription ; " And all His blessèd country farmed by tenants ; " And a straight - necked old fox in every gorse ! " But when I came to work it out , I found There'd be too many ...
... hounds in Heaven , " With God as Master , taking no subscription ; " And all His blessèd country farmed by tenants ; " And a straight - necked old fox in every gorse ! " But when I came to work it out , I found There'd be too many ...
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... hounds to get it ! Now I know It's God that speaks to us when we're bewitched , Smelling the hay in June and smiling quiet ; Or when there's been a spell of summer drought , Lying awake and listening to the rain . I'd like to be the ...
... hounds to get it ! Now I know It's God that speaks to us when we're bewitched , Smelling the hay in June and smiling quiet ; Or when there's been a spell of summer drought , Lying awake and listening to the rain . I'd like to be the ...
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