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Upon the whirl , where sank the ship , The boat spun round and round ; And all was still , save that the hill Was telling of the sound . I moved my lips – the Pilot shrieked And fell down in a fit ; The holy Hermit raised his eyes ...
Upon the whirl , where sank the ship , The boat spun round and round ; And all was still , save that the hill Was telling of the sound . I moved my lips – the Pilot shrieked And fell down in a fit ; The holy Hermit raised his eyes ...
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 ...
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Not a shot in Flanders cracks But round and round and round its echo clacks 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 one hurt ...
Not a shot in Flanders cracks But round and round and round its echo clacks 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 one hurt ...
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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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