Lectures on the British Poets, 2 tomasJ.B. Lippincott & Company, 1860 |
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... Bonny Dundee " - " Battle of Otterburne " -- His pilgrimage to Italy .. ........... Page 48 ........... LECTURE XII . COLERIDGE . Advantage of connecting critical with historical considerations --Spenser and his age - Spirit of the ...
... Bonny Dundee " - " Battle of Otterburne " -- His pilgrimage to Italy .. ........... Page 48 ........... LECTURE XII . COLERIDGE . Advantage of connecting critical with historical considerations --Spenser and his age - Spirit of the ...
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... Bonny Dundee " - " Battle of Otterburne " -His pilgrimage to Italy . THIS course of lectures , so kindly and patiently fol- lowed by you , has now brought us to the limit of the poets of a past generation . The lives of those two true ...
... Bonny Dundee " - " Battle of Otterburne " -His pilgrimage to Italy . THIS course of lectures , so kindly and patiently fol- lowed by you , has now brought us to the limit of the poets of a past generation . The lives of those two true ...
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... Bonny Dundee . " " I know not , " he wrote in his diary , " what could have induced me to take a frisk so uncommon ... bonny Dundee ! ' Come , fill up my cup ; come , fill up my can ; Come , saddle your horses and call up your men ; Come ...
... Bonny Dundee . " " I know not , " he wrote in his diary , " what could have induced me to take a frisk so uncommon ... bonny Dundee ! ' Come , fill up my cup ; come , fill up my can ; Come , saddle your horses and call up your men ; Come ...
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... bonny Dundee ! Come , fill up my cup , & c . " He spurred to the foot of the proud castle - rock , And with the gay Gordon he gallantly spoke : - ' Let Mons Meg and her marrows speak twa words or three , For the love of the bonnet of bonny ...
... bonny Dundee ! Come , fill up my cup , & c . " He spurred to the foot of the proud castle - rock , And with the gay Gordon he gallantly spoke : - ' Let Mons Meg and her marrows speak twa words or three , For the love of the bonnet of bonny ...
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... bonny Dundee ! Come , fill up my cup ; come , fill up my can Come , saddle the horses ; come , call up the men ; Come , open your gates , and let me go free , For it's up with the bonnet of bonny Dundee ! " It is curious to observe how ...
... bonny Dundee ! Come , fill up my cup ; come , fill up my can Come , saddle the horses ; come , call up the men ; Come , open your gates , and let me go free , For it's up with the bonnet of bonny Dundee ! " It is curious to observe how ...
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