Six Centuries of Great Poetry, Volume 2033Robert Penn Warren, Albert Erskine |
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... wind and the rain ; By swaggering could I never thrive , For the rain it raineth every day . But when I came unto my beds , With hey , ho , the wind and the rain ; With toss - pots still had drunken heads , For the rain it raineth every ...
... wind and the rain ; By swaggering could I never thrive , For the rain it raineth every day . But when I came unto my beds , With hey , ho , the wind and the rain ; With toss - pots still had drunken heads , For the rain it raineth every ...
Page 449
... wind flapped loose , the wind was still , Shaken out dead from tree and hill : I had walked on at the wind's will , - I sat now , for the wind was still . my Between my knees forehead was , - My lips , drawn in , said not Alas ! My hair ...
... wind flapped loose , the wind was still , Shaken out dead from tree and hill : I had walked on at the wind's will , - I sat now , for the wind was still . my Between my knees forehead was , - My lips , drawn in , said not Alas ! My hair ...
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... wind . 430 .162 37 .168 ..230 ..173 .146 Blows the wind to - day , and the sun and the rain are flying . ..479 Bonny Earl of Murray , The .... 66 Bonny George Campbell 65 Borgia , thou once wert almost too august . .371 Both Less and ...
... wind . 430 .162 37 .168 ..230 ..173 .146 Blows the wind to - day , and the sun and the rain are flying . ..479 Bonny Earl of Murray , The .... 66 Bonny George Campbell 65 Borgia , thou once wert almost too august . .371 Both Less and ...
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