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Page 325
And he stirred it round and round and round , And he sniffed at the foaming froth ; When I ups with his heels , and smothers his squeals In the scum of the boiling broth . ' And I eat that cook in a week or less , And – as I eating be ...
And he stirred it round and round and round , And he sniffed at the foaming froth ; When I ups with his heels , and smothers his squeals In the scum of the boiling broth . ' And I eat that cook in a week or less , And – as I eating be ...
Page 370
... big as bladders lie Under hemlocks ten foot high ; And a dotted а serpent curled Round and round and round a tree , Yellowing its greenery , Keeps a watch on all the world , All the world and this old bull In the forest beautiful .
... big as bladders lie Under hemlocks ten foot high ; And a dotted а serpent curled Round and round and round a tree , Yellowing its greenery , Keeps a watch on all the world , All the world and this old bull In the forest beautiful .
Page 418
Not a shot in Flanders cracks But round and round and round its echo clacks one that In La Vallière's pale cell ; the far black rain That rivers the trenches numbs that cloistered brain ; The drum , the rain , the cannonade conspire In ...
Not a shot in Flanders cracks But round and round and round its echo clacks one that In La Vallière's pale cell ; the far black rain That rivers the trenches numbs that cloistered brain ; The drum , the rain , the cannonade conspire In ...
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GEOFFREY CHAUCER 1340?1400 | 1 |
ROBERT HENRYSON c 14301506 | 7 |
ANONYMOUS | 15 |
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