Copeland's Treasury for Booklovers: A Panorama of English and American Poetry and Prose from the Earliest Times to the Present, Volume 1 |
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Thy gowns , thy shoes , thy beds of roses , Thy cap , thy kirtle , and thy posies , Soon break , soon wither , soon forgotten , - In folly ripe , in reason rotten . Thy belt of straw and ivy buds ...
Thy gowns , thy shoes , thy beds of roses , Thy cap , thy kirtle , and thy posies , Soon break , soon wither , soon forgotten , - In folly ripe , in reason rotten . Thy belt of straw and ivy buds ...
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John Gilpin at his horse's side Seiz'd fast the flowing mane , And up he got , in haste to ride , But soon came down again ; To - morrow is our wedding - day , And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair .
John Gilpin at his horse's side Seiz'd fast the flowing mane , And up he got , in haste to ride , But soon came down again ; To - morrow is our wedding - day , And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair .
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His fame soon spread aroundHe carries weight ! he rides a race ! ' Tis for a thousand pound ! a Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed , Full slowly pacing o'er the stones , With caution and good heed !
His fame soon spread aroundHe carries weight ! he rides a race ! ' Tis for a thousand pound ! a Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed , Full slowly pacing o'er the stones , With caution and good heed !
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