Six Centuries of Great Poetry, Volume 2033Robert Penn Warren, Albert Erskine |
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Page 58
... Lord Randal " O where hae ye been , Lord Randal , my son ? O where hae ye been , my handsome 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 ...
... Lord Randal " O where hae ye been , Lord Randal , my son ? O where hae ye been , my handsome 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 ...
Page 156
... Lord , have mercy on Wit with his wantonness Tasteth death's bitterness ; Hell's executioner Hath no ears for to hear What vain art can reply . I am sick , I must die . us ! Lord , have mercy on us ! Haste , therefore , each degree , To ...
... Lord , have mercy on Wit with his wantonness Tasteth death's bitterness ; Hell's executioner Hath no ears for to hear What vain art can reply . I am sick , I must die . us ! Lord , have mercy on us ! Haste , therefore , each degree , To ...
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... Lord of our far - flung battle - line , Beneath whose awful Hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine- Lord God of Hosts , be with us yet , Lest we forget - lest we forget ! The tumult and the shouting dies ; The Captains and the Kings ...
... Lord of our far - flung battle - line , Beneath whose awful Hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine- Lord God of Hosts , be with us yet , Lest we forget - lest we forget ! The tumult and the shouting dies ; The Captains and the Kings ...
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