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‘Quand vous serez bien vielle, le… Assise aupres du feu devisant et f… Direz, chantant mes vers en vous e… Ronsard m’a celebre du temps que j… Some winter night, shut snugly in
A humble flower long time I pined Upon the solitary plain, And trembled at the angry wind, And shrunk before the bitter rain. And oh! ’twas in a blessed hour
Come all ye Christian people, and… It is all about a doctor was trave… By the Heastern Counties’ Railwa… From Ixworth town in Suffolk, vic… A travelling from Bury this Docto…
‘A surgeon of the United States’… the Captain of his company, he fou… had enlisted on account of some fe… Ye Yankee Volunteers! It makes my bosom bleed
Long by the willow-trees Vainly they sought her, Wild rang the mother’s screams O’er the gray water: ‘Where is my lovely one?
Although I enter not, Yet round about the spot, Ofttimes I hover, And near the sacred gate, With longing eyes I wait,
But yesterday a naked sod The dandies sneered from Rotten R… And cantered o’er it to and fro: And see ’tis done! As though ’twere by a wizard’s rod
Your Fanny was never false-hearte… And this she protests and she vows… From the triste moment when we par… On the staircase of Devonshire Ho… I blushed when you asked me to mar…
Wearied arm and broken sword Wage in vain the desperate fight: Round him press a countless horde, He is but a single knight. Hark! a cry of triumph shrill
Little KITTY LORIMER, Fair, and young, and witty, What has brought your ladyship Rambling to the City? All the Stags in Capel Court
For the sole edification Of this decent congregation, Goodly people, by your grant I will sing a holy chant— I will sing a holy chant.
When the moonlight’s on the mounta… And the gloom is on the glen, At the cross beside the fountain There is one will meet thee then. At the cross beside the fountain;
The castle towers of Bareacres ar… Where the cliffs of bonny Diddles… I stood upon the donjon keep and v… I saw the lands of Bareacres for… I stood upon the donjon keep’it…
On deck, beneath the awning, I dozing lay and yawning; It was the gray of dawning, Ere yet the sun arose; And above the funnel’s roaring,
Persicos odi Puer, apparatus; Displicent nexae Philyra coronae: Mitte sectari,