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Blake Gordred the giant roused himself From sleeping in his cave ; He shook the hills , and in the clouds The troubled banners wave . Beneath them rolled , like tempests black , The num'rous sons of blood ; Like lions ' whelps , roaring ...
Blake Gordred the giant roused himself From sleeping in his cave ; He shook the hills , and in the clouds The troubled banners wave . Beneath them rolled , like tempests black , The num'rous sons of blood ; Like lions ' whelps , roaring ...
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Betjeman Hot silence where the older mansions hide On Highgate Hill's thick elm - encrusted side , And Pancras , Hornsey , Islington divide . June's hottest silence where the hard rays strike Yon hill - foot house , window and wall ...
Betjeman Hot silence where the older mansions hide On Highgate Hill's thick elm - encrusted side , And Pancras , Hornsey , Islington divide . June's hottest silence where the hard rays strike Yon hill - foot house , window and wall ...
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Betjeman Hot silence where the older mansions hide On Highgate Hill's thick elm - encrusted side , And Pancras , Hornsey , Islington divide . June's hottest silence where the hard rays strike Yon hill - foot house , window and wali ...
Betjeman Hot silence where the older mansions hide On Highgate Hill's thick elm - encrusted side , And Pancras , Hornsey , Islington divide . June's hottest silence where the hard rays strike Yon hill - foot house , window and wali ...
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SIR PHILIP SIDNEY 15541586 | 56 |
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