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Where gat ye your dinner , my handsome young man ? ” " I dined wi my true love ; mother , make my bed soon , , For I'm weary wi hunting , and fain wald lie down . ” “ What gat ye to your dinner , Lord Randal , my son ?
Where gat ye your dinner , my handsome young man ? ” " I dined wi my true love ; mother , make my bed soon , , For I'm weary wi hunting , and fain wald lie down . ” “ What gat ye to your dinner , Lord Randal , my son ?
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The mantle fell to the young prophet's part , With double portion of his father's art . 210 215 10 To the Memory of Mr. Oldham Farwell , too little and too lately known , Whom I began to think and call my own : For sure our souls were ...
The mantle fell to the young prophet's part , With double portion of his father's art . 210 215 10 To the Memory of Mr. Oldham Farwell , too little and too lately known , Whom I began to think and call my own : For sure our souls were ...
Pagina 428
S I sit and look out I sit and look out upon all the sorrows of the world , and upon all oppression and shame , I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men at anguish with themselves , remorseful after deeds done , I see in low life ...
S I sit and look out I sit and look out upon all the sorrows of the world , and upon all oppression and shame , I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men at anguish with themselves , remorseful after deeds done , I see in low life ...
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