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I looked on haughty Endicott ; with weapon half - way drawn , Swept round the throng his lion glare of bitter hate and scorn ; Fiercely he drew his bridle - rein , and turned in silence back , And sneering priest and baffled clerk rode ...
I looked on haughty Endicott ; with weapon half - way drawn , Swept round the throng his lion glare of bitter hate and scorn ; Fiercely he drew his bridle - rein , and turned in silence back , And sneering priest and baffled clerk rode ...
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8 The Lotos blooms below the barren peak , 145 The Lotos blows by every winding creek ; All day the wind breathes low with mellower tone ; Through every hollow cave and alley lone Round and round the spicy downs the yellow Lotos - dust ...
8 The Lotos blooms below the barren peak , 145 The Lotos blows by every winding creek ; All day the wind breathes low with mellower tone ; Through every hollow cave and alley lone Round and round the spicy downs the yellow Lotos - dust ...
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... I stand , for this memorial's sake , alone In the snivelling hours with dead , humped Ann Whose hooded , fountain heart once fell in puddles Round the parched worlds of Wales and drowned each sun ( Though this for her is a monstrous ...
... I stand , for this memorial's sake , alone In the snivelling hours with dead , humped Ann Whose hooded , fountain heart once fell in puddles Round the parched worlds of Wales and drowned each sun ( Though this for her is a monstrous ...
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PART | 3 |
Sir Patrick Spens | 40 |
The Bitter Withy | 46 |
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