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Page 187
I heard the groans , I marked the tears , I saw the wound his bosom bore , When on the serried Saxon spears He poured his clan's resistless roar . Scott And thou who bidst me think of bliss , 187.
I heard the groans , I marked the tears , I saw the wound his bosom bore , When on the serried Saxon spears He poured his clan's resistless roar . Scott And thou who bidst me think of bliss , 187.
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But soon I heard the dash of oars , I heard the Pilot's cheer ; My head was turned perforce away , And I saw a The Hermit of the Wood . ... I heard them coming fast : Dear Lord in Heaven ! it was a joy The dead men could not blast .
But soon I heard the dash of oars , I heard the Pilot's cheer ; My head was turned perforce away , And I saw a The Hermit of the Wood . ... I heard them coming fast : Dear Lord in Heaven ! it was a joy The dead men could not blast .
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But Sohrab heard , and quailed not , but rushed on , And struck again ; and again Rustum bowed His head ; but this time all the blade , like glass , Sprang in a thousand shivers on the helm , And in his hand the hilt remained alone .
But Sohrab heard , and quailed not , but rushed on , And struck again ; and again Rustum bowed His head ; but this time all the blade , like glass , Sprang in a thousand shivers on the helm , And in his hand the hilt remained alone .
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Contents
I | 1 |
John SKBLTON c 14601529 | 12 |
SIR PHILIP SIDNEY 15541586 | 56 |
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Bibliographic information
| Title | The Penguin Book of Narrative Verse Part 49 of The Penguin poets |
| Editor | David Herbert |
| Publisher | Middlesex, 1960 |
| Original from | the University of Michigan |
| Digitized | 27 Feb 2005 |
| Length | 462 pages |
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