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But o'er his hills , in festal day , How blazed Lord Ronald's beltane - tree , While youths and maids the light strathspey So nimbly danced with Highland glee ! Cheered by the strength of Ronald's shell , E'en age forgot his tresses ...
But o'er his hills , in festal day , How blazed Lord Ronald's beltane - tree , While youths and maids the light strathspey So nimbly danced with Highland glee ! Cheered by the strength of Ronald's shell , E'en age forgot his tresses ...
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O hone a rie ' : The pride of Albin's line is o'er ! And fallen Glenartney's stateliest tree ; We ne'er shall see Lord Ronald more ! [ THE BRUCE BEFORE BANNOCKBURN ] rom THE ORD OF THE ISLES - Alone he rode – from head to heel Sheathed ...
O hone a rie ' : The pride of Albin's line is o'er ! And fallen Glenartney's stateliest tree ; We ne'er shall see Lord Ronald more ! [ THE BRUCE BEFORE BANNOCKBURN ] rom THE ORD OF THE ISLES - Alone he rode – from head to heel Sheathed ...
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Byron - Not so Haidée : she sadly tossed and tumbled , And started from her sleep , and , turning o'er , Dreamed of a thousand wrecks , o'er which she stumbled , And handsome corpses strewed upon the shore ; And woke her maid so early ...
Byron - Not so Haidée : she sadly tossed and tumbled , And started from her sleep , and , turning o'er , Dreamed of a thousand wrecks , o'er which she stumbled , And handsome corpses strewed upon the shore ; And woke her maid so early ...
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GEOFFREY CHAUCER 1340?1400 | 1 |
ROBERT HENRYSON c 14301506 | 7 |
ANONYMOUS | 15 |
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