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At thy well - sharpened thumb from shore to shore 45 The treble squeaks for fear , the basses roar ; Echoes from Pissing Alley Shadwell call , And Shadwell they resound from Aston Hall . About thy boat the little fishes throng , As at ...
At thy well - sharpened thumb from shore to shore 45 The treble squeaks for fear , the basses roar ; Echoes from Pissing Alley Shadwell call , And Shadwell they resound from Aston Hall . About thy boat the little fishes throng , As at ...
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On the ferry - boats the hundreds and hundreds that cross , returning home , are more curious to me than you suppose , And you that shall cross from shore to shore years hence are more to me , and more in my meditations , than you might ...
On the ferry - boats the hundreds and hundreds that cross , returning home , are more curious to me than you suppose , And you that shall cross from shore to shore years hence are more to me , and more in my meditations , than you might ...
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Which shore ? I said petals from an appletree . 15 20 To Waken an Old Lady Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees above a snow glaze . Gaining and failing they are buffetted 5 IO by a dark windBut what ?
Which shore ? I said petals from an appletree . 15 20 To Waken an Old Lady Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees above a snow glaze . Gaining and failing they are buffetted 5 IO by a dark windBut what ?
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PART | 3 |
Sir Patrick Spens | 40 |
The Bitter Withy | 46 |
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