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They'll turn me in your arms , lady , Into an esk * and adder ; But hold me fast and fear me not ; I am your bairn's father . ' They'll turn me to a bear sae grim , And then a lion bold , But hold me fast and fear me not , shall love ...
They'll turn me in your arms , lady , Into an esk * and adder ; But hold me fast and fear me not ; I am your bairn's father . ' They'll turn me to a bear sae grim , And then a lion bold , But hold me fast and fear me not , shall love ...
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To arms , to arms ! ' the fierce virago cries , And swift as lightning to the combat flies . All side in parties , and begin th ' attack ; Fans clap , silks russle , and tough whalebones crack ; Heroes ' and heroines ' shouts confusedly ...
To arms , to arms ! ' the fierce virago cries , And swift as lightning to the combat flies . All side in parties , and begin th ' attack ; Fans clap , silks russle , and tough whalebones crack ; Heroes ' and heroines ' shouts confusedly ...
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Are not they mortal , am not I myself ? But who for men of naught would do great deeds ? Come , thou shalt see how Rustum hoards his fame . But I will fight unknown , and in plain arms ; Let not men say of Rustum , matched In single ...
Are not they mortal , am not I myself ? But who for men of naught would do great deeds ? Come , thou shalt see how Rustum hoards his fame . But I will fight unknown , and in plain arms ; Let not men say of Rustum , matched In single ...
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John SKBLTON c 14601529 | 12 |
SIR PHILIP SIDNEY 15541586 | 56 |
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