Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People, Том 1 |
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He struck upon his harpe agayne , And playde both fair and free ; The ladye was
so pleased thereatt , She laughed loud laughters three . “ Now sell me thy harpe ,
” said the Kyng of Spayn , “ Thy harpe and stryngs eche one , And as many gold ...
He struck upon his harpe agayne , And playde both fair and free ; The ladye was
so pleased thereatt , She laughed loud laughters three . “ Now sell me thy harpe ,
” said the Kyng of Spayn , “ Thy harpe and stryngs eche one , And as many gold ...
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More seemly it is for that fair ladye To wed with me than thee . " He played
agayne both loud and shrille , And Adler he did syng ; “ O ladye , this is thy owne
true love , No harper , but a kyng . “ O ladye , this is thy owne true love , As
playnlye ...
More seemly it is for that fair ladye To wed with me than thee . " He played
agayne both loud and shrille , And Adler he did syng ; “ O ladye , this is thy owne
true love , No harper , but a kyng . “ O ladye , this is thy owne true love , As
playnlye ...
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It is something that he should have left a poem like this , altogether untinged by
party politics , for the pride and admiration of all who share a common language ,
whether Celt or Saxon . MAIRE BHAN ASTOIR * _ " FAIR MARY MY TREASURE
...
It is something that he should have left a poem like this , altogether untinged by
party politics , for the pride and admiration of all who share a common language ,
whether Celt or Saxon . MAIRE BHAN ASTOIR * _ " FAIR MARY MY TREASURE
...
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MAIRE BHAN ASTOIR * _ " FAIR MARY MY TREASURE . " IRISH EMIGRANT
SONG . In a valley far away , With my Maire bhan astoir , Short would be the
summer day , Ever loving more and more . Winter days would all grow long With
the ...
MAIRE BHAN ASTOIR * _ " FAIR MARY MY TREASURE . " IRISH EMIGRANT
SONG . In a valley far away , With my Maire bhan astoir , Short would be the
summer day , Ever loving more and more . Winter days would all grow long With
the ...
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that the famous Duke of Buckingham fought his no less famous duel with Lord
Shrewsbury , whilst the fair countess , dressed rather than disguised , as a page ,
held the horse of her victorious paramour . We loved to gaze on that princely ...
that the famous Duke of Buckingham fought his no less famous duel with Lord
Shrewsbury , whilst the fair countess , dressed rather than disguised , as a page ,
held the horse of her victorious paramour . We loved to gaze on that princely ...
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