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Believe me I shall soon return . My fires are banked , but still they burn To write some more about the Don That dared attack my Chesterton . HILAIRE BELLOC ( 1870–1953 ) Miss Scornful From The Parish Miss Peevish Scornful , once the ...
Believe me I shall soon return . My fires are banked , but still they burn To write some more about the Don That dared attack my Chesterton . HILAIRE BELLOC ( 1870–1953 ) Miss Scornful From The Parish Miss Peevish Scornful , once the ...
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“ I hae been to the wild wood ; mother , make my bed soon , For I'm weary wi ' hunting , and fain wald lie down . ' , ' Where gat ye your dinner , Lord Randal , my son ? Where gat ye your dinner , my handsome young man ?
“ I hae been to the wild wood ; mother , make my bed soon , For I'm weary wi ' hunting , and fain wald lie down . ' , ' Where gat ye your dinner , Lord Randal , my son ? Where gat ye your dinner , my handsome young man ?
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Wind scudded on the marshland , And , dangling at his side , His sword soon clattered under hail : What could he do but ride ?There was not shelter for a dog , The garrison far ahead . A ship that moves on darkness He rode across the ...
Wind scudded on the marshland , And , dangling at his side , His sword soon clattered under hail : What could he do but ride ?There was not shelter for a dog , The garrison far ahead . A ship that moves on darkness He rode across the ...
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