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20 LORD RANDAL “ O where ha you been , Lord Randal , my son ? And where ha you been , my handsome young man ? " “ I ha been at the greenwood ; mother , mak my bed soon , For I'm wearied wi huntin , and fain wad lie down .
20 LORD RANDAL “ O where ha you been , Lord Randal , my son ? And where ha you been , my handsome young man ? " “ I ha been at the greenwood ; mother , mak my bed soon , For I'm wearied wi huntin , and fain wad lie down .
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GEORGE GORDON , LORD BYRON ( 1788–1824 ) SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY She walks in beauty , like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellowed to that ...
GEORGE GORDON , LORD BYRON ( 1788–1824 ) SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY She walks in beauty , like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellowed to that ...
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Lord , Thou hast given me a cell , 151 . Lord , when the sense of thy sweet grace , 200 . Lord Randal , 67 . Lords , knights , and squires , the numerous band , 230 . Lotos - Eaters , The , 408 . Love bade me welcome ; yet my soul drew ...
Lord , Thou hast given me a cell , 151 . Lord , when the sense of thy sweet grace , 200 . Lord Randal , 67 . Lords , knights , and squires , the numerous band , 230 . Lotos - Eaters , The , 408 . Love bade me welcome ; yet my soul drew ...
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EARLY LYRICS OF UNKNOWN AUTHORSHIP | 3 |
JOLLY GOOD ALE AND | 9 |
JOHN KEATS 17951821 | 22 |
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